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Fireman, Fireman Help Me Quick

By Elton Camp

An old lady called the fire department to say
“Please hurry over to my house right away.”
To save her, the dispatcher then does strive
“M’am, get out of your house till we arrive.”

He imagined the flames licking at her heels
So for speed the dispatcher firmly appeals
“I know, for you, this may be extremely hard,
But leave everything and go out into the yard.”

“There’s no reason I should do a thing like that.
I’d take care of it myself except I’m old and fat.”
Despite how hard to reason with her he did strive,
She insisted she’d sit on the couch till they arrive

“Hurry, fellows, and get the fire truck on the move.
Even seconds of delay may a disaster come to prove.
A poor, senile old woman is in a most terrible plight
But if you hurry, perhaps you can still make it right.”

The fire truck raced down the road to save the day
Speeding and running traffic lights, come what may
An ambulance was roaring along, very close behind
Paramedics apprehensive at what they would find

When in her driveway the vehicles skidded to a halt
Coming out the front door was the woman they sought
“Well, you boys surely took long enough to get here.
By now, my cat up in the tree is shaking with fear.”

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