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