The red fire truck, by the station

Each fireman repected in his nation.

A tough job for any man,

No one needs a golden tan.

They best fought on the poker table,

wishing too many signals were just a fable.

They worked hard, and wore special hats

Sometimes they use fire mats.

Their uniforms are big, and bulk

They are the best, and never sulk,

and drive a big red fire truck.

Oh to the firefighter’s banner high,

keeping on trucking day to day,

and slay the heated enemy

kepping people safe, and free.

Excuse those who forget their place

and open fire hydrants on July days

and also city pets

also ruinous in their ways.