The Little Red Fire Truck Ride

Jingle, jingle... jingle As we emptied our piggy-banks Hoping we saved up twenty five cents Every Saturday afternoon, we would excitedly wait Twelve O'clock sharp the bells would ring Screen doors flew open when we heard them The kids in the neighborhood... Immediately stopped doing whatever they were doing Whether the boys were flipping baseball cards or shooting marbles Or the girls were playing Hop-Scotch or dressing Barbie dolls We all ran to the corner of Craig street at noon "All Aboard" yelled the fire chief "Drop your quarters in the box and have a seat Don't worry folks, this old jalopy runs well" He was referring to the little red fire truck It was rebuilt and custom made just for children to ride in We cruised the back streets with our hands held high; screaming 'round every bend...we laughed Tails wagged as dog's chased behind Putt, putt... putt "Ride over children, exist to the rear... See you next weekend" the fire chief yelled The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish 7-22-2019