Bush fire on our street,

Pitter, patter of some feet.

Fire engine goes past,

Shut the window fast.

To stop the alarm,

From causing more harm.

When people sleep,

Without counting sheep.

The fire wont spread far,

No need to prepare the car.

They are just burning off,

Or some similar stuff.

Why would they not explain,

It really is a pain.

To wonder what’s going on,

Anxious something is wrong.

It’s probably okay,

But I can’t really say.

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