The Fire’s Coming!

by Rosie Levene

Get the diary, bury the cheese,
Oh no! I can’t leave these!
My frizziest wigs, a couple of pens,
Some speckled eggs from my neighbour’s hens.

The fire’s coming,
Big and bright,
I’ve got to leave;
I must tonight!

A few last words on the diary’s page:
‘How soon the fyre cometh art hard to gauge.’
That baker left his bread at night,
Oven still hot, the coals alight.

The fire’s coming,
Big and bright,
I’ve got to leave;
I must tonight!

We’ll pull down houses to stop the flames,
Then all escape to the River Thames.
The fire’s getting bright tonight;
I hope my parmesan’s alright!

The fire’s coming,
Big and bright,
I’ve got to leave;
I must tonight!

The Fire’s heading to the Tower
Where we store all our gunpowder.
“Hurry! Hurry!” the King is saying;
Many people are kneeling, praying.

The fire’s coming,
Big and bright,
I’ve got to leave;
I must tonight!

The fire’s come
Big and bright.
It burnt our city
Over-night.