Little Fire runs around

Energy fueling him

Like car-running

Petroleum

 

He races like an

Engine, desiring

To warm up the 

Chilly weather

 

But the blizzard

Blows his winds

Harshly in his face,

As he tries to put him out

 

But Little Fire only 

Gets bigger the more

That the blizzard

Blows

 

And once he's grown

Big enough, he searches

For petroleum to fuel up

His gas tank

 

And his engine runs

Powerful than ever

And he drives quickly to the

Houses

 

And Little Fire enters

Fuming with his flames

While the house burns down,

He believes it to be cold.