What flares up, though, disappears,
the fire no more a fire than
the one blown by a boy’s
painted truck,
little men on ladders
now descending,
packing it in,
smiles all around
What flares up, though, disappears,
the fire no more a fire than
the one blown by a boy’s
painted truck,
little men on ladders
now descending,
packing it in,
smiles all around