his fire got out of control fast
he wanted to snuff and smother the fire but was at a loss
She had gotten out of control, and was now tasting some moss.
She ran through the forest, and high up on elm hill.
Heading toward his pride and joy, his moonshining still.
He ran toward the fire begging her to please stop.
But instead, she jumped a fence and took another little hop.
She was heading toward his neighbor’s barn, he was in trouble now.
No, I have no idea, he liked to the firemen, a forest fire, wow!
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