My Daddy’s A Fireman

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 mummy 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; make him believe I’m asleep at night

He’d whisper “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 I’m too young to know

He’s always helping people...and, that’s why I love him so.

The reason I wrote this poem is to explain the best I can

Girls, just like boys, can say with pride...

My Daddy’s A Fireman.


Author: Unknown