| Freddy F. Fervour really loved a good fire.
Strike a match, flick a lighter, rub two sticks together.
He liked to see the flames go higher and higher.
If he could catch a bird, he might burn a feather.
A flaming sparrow, way up high, burning in the sky.
Its only relief would be inclement weather.
But Freddy needed something easier to fry.
So he filled a Buick Skylark with gas and struck a match.
Poor guy, because today he would burn up and die.