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,
making him think I’m asleep at night.
He whispers:
“Nite-nite, little darling,
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 that I’m to young to know,
He’s always helping people…
and, that’s why I love him so.
The reason for this poem
is to explain the best I can,
GIRLS, just like boys,
can say with pride,
MY DADDY”S A FIREMAN
Author Unknown
