Volunteer Firemen Poem

by Hoover Mark

 

I know a bunch of idiots,

all dedicated men.

The nuts that chase the fire trucks,

And never knowing when.

It isn't duty calls,

These valient warriors on the run.

Don't let them kid you, buddy,

They do it just for fun.

They love to drag on heavy hose,

And stand around and freeze.

And yet some good these soldiers do.

For when anyone's in trouble,

Their sirens scream, their trucks all roll,

And they come on the double.

It doesn't matter much to them,

Just waht they're called to fight.

Cat up a tree, a child lost,

An accident at night.

They ask no thanks for what they do,

And very little get.

But if you didn't call them,

They'd sit around and fret.

And when their tour is over,

And they go to Valhalla

I've got a funny feeling,

There'll be a rosy glow.

And if you could look in on them,

I'm sure you'd hear them shout.

Just send us down a pumper, jack,

We'll put this damn place out.