As i sit here by the fire,
i hear my hearts desire.
its calming me down
as i hear a sound.
crinkling and cracking,
it makes me feel like I'm lacking,
the sense to hear
as I'm drinking root beer!
its getting lower, and lower.
as the flames get higher and higher.
as i stare,
my eyes begin to get bare.
now its going down,
as so with the mound.
the fire almost looks like gold,
as its starting to get more bold.
the fire is burning,
now my eyes are churning.
i just yawned,
and now its long gone.
