Fire Is Coming

The yellow phone on the wall started ringing
 Tommy jumped, then ran across the kitchen and picked up the receiver
 "Hello?" he said, a little out of breath
 Tommy's father was downstairs in the basement wood shop
 Cutting a piece of clear pine on the table saw
 The sound of the saw was screechingly loud
 And a big plume of agitated sawdust was forming in the air
 Tommy's mother was outside on the front lawn tending to a small flower garden
 She was visibly upset about her flowers' condition
 She was observing a black film on the stems and leaves
 Then trying to wipe this black substance away while running hose water on it
 But it was too greasy, and the water wasn't washing it away
 The front door opened and Tommy appeared behind his mother
 Mom, there's a phone call for you
 Tommy's mom stood up and turned
 The garden hose in her right hand shooting water
 "Who is it?" she asked
 I don't know, it's a man
 He said you would know what it's about
 Tommy's mom stood frozen for a moment
 And Tommy saw lines of worry racing across her face
 Something else scrambled into Tommy's awareness
 He saw that the sky was noticeably darker than usual
 And he saw a huge, red-orange glow moving on the horizon
 Just then, a man appeared running frantically in the street, the man yelling
 Fire is coming!
 Fire is coming!
 Fire is coming!
 Fire is coming!
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 There's a fire burning in the streets
 Everybody move their feet
 Fire burning in the streets
 Everybody move your feet
 Fire burning in the streets
 Everybody move their feet
 Fire burning in the streets
 Everybody move your feet
 Fire burning in the streets
 Everybody move their feet
 Fire burning in the streets
 Everybody move their feet