The Firefighter
In the mist of a firey blaze
I can see the child through the haze
He's in his room near the rear
I call out "Have no fear"
With flames all around
I have to hit the ground
At last I reach him, his eyes are wide
These past few minutes the time has flyed
Now we're out, in clean fresh air
I have no time to rest, no time to spare
I run back in, the night is long
I'm a firefighter sturdy and strong
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