Do you remember
That day in December
The village hall burnt down?
Not the last December,
You’ve got to remember,
But twelve years ago, or
around.
The village hall ladies
Had taken their babies
To a ‘bouncing
baby’ quiz,
Not a quiz for the babies,
It was meant for the ladies,
To answer on that and on
this.
Then a sister or brother,
Well, one or the other,
Went out to the kitchen for
tea,
Then along came the other,
Yes, that was the brother,
And found them some matches
you see.
They were boiling some water
When in came a daughter
But nobody knew she was there
And that’s when the
daughter
Tipped over the water
All over her arms which were
bare.
The children were screaming
And the mothers, well
meaning,
Rushed to the scene of the
crime
But not knowing the meaning
Of all of the screaming
They didn’t get in
there in time.
The tea cloths, now drying,
Were dislodged with the
crying
And dropped to the open flame
The mopping and
drying
The kitchen was never the
same
The flames and the smoke
Then made everyone choke
And a fire crew was called
to the hall
They heard a child choke
Way deep in the smoke
But by then she had burns
and a scald
So now every December
I’ll always remember
The fire at the baby day quiz
Yes, I’ll always
remember
That day in December
That left me looking like
this.
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