FIREHYDRANT

I'm more than a piece of well built iron

Still and cold

I'm the strong and silent type

With a heart of pure gold

With a sense of noteworthy duty

I stand ready at my post

I'm here to put the fires out

And think of safety, foremost

And though they've painted me

To look like a silly clown

I stand here ready

To save our great town

But being a FIREHYDRANT

It's not always so great

There's not much to do

While you stand there and wait

The dogs, they wag their tails

And spray right in my face

They tease and they taunt me

In my dreadful disgrace

But it's music to my ears

And my heart, it skips a beat

When I hear the echo

Of the firemen's feet