Raindrops pour down,
And the lightning flashes.
Leaves wither to brown,
As the trees burn to ashes.
Flames dance and wave,
Consuming everything in sight.
So we must call upon the Brave,
To rescue us this terrifying night.
With their ladder and their hose,
And their trucks painted red.
These men and women chose,
To save the world while we rest safe in bed.
So next time you just, about that whistle you hear,
Or criticize those harsh flashing lights.
Remember they seek no payment, that they volunteer,
Knowing full well they may not survive the night.
So draw your loved ones near,
Hold them a little tighter,
For they may not have been here,
Were it not for a Fire Fighter.