My Daddy's A Fireman
We're seldom named in poems,
though we do have charm and poise,
Firemen never seem to have girls;
it's always boys, boys, boys!
Well, my Daddy's a fireman,
and I'm proud as I can be,
While my name isn't Tommy or Billy,
he loves me 'cause I'm me.
He needs both me and Mommy
to remind him of things to do,
Like going to Church on Sunday
and emptying the garbage, too.
One day he took me with him
to his firehouse downtown,
I sat in the big red engine
and pushed the siren down.
At times, I like to fool him;
make him believe I'm asleep at night,
He'd whisper: "Nite-nite, little darlin',
don't let the bed bugs bite!"
Please don't tell anybody,
I once saw my Daddy cry,
He fought a real bad fire
and told Mommy he saw someone die.
Why he fights these fires,
I guess I'm too young to know,
He's always helping people...and,
that's why I love him so
The reason I wrote this poem
is to explain the best I can,
Girls, just like boys, can say with pride...
"MY DADDY'S A FIREMAN!"
