My second entry:
The little girl sat by the fire
Watching the flames climb higher and higher
Suddenly one stopped short and said,
"Dear child, may I rest in you bed?
I burn bright all day and feel so worn.
A small rest and I shall be reborn!"
The child shook her head with such force.
"No!" she shouted without remorse.
"My bed would burn to the ground!
To the fireplace you are bound!"
Up she stood and went to her room,
Leaving the flame in a state of gloom.
Sad and tired the flame began to weep.
Panicked, away the other flames tried to leap.
But it was much too late.
They had begun to dissipate,
And soon there was naught but ashes and smoke.
The girl was quite cold when next she awoke.
The little girl sat by the fire
Watching the flames climb higher and higher
Suddenly one stopped short and said,
"Dear child, may I rest in you bed?
I burn bright all day and feel so worn.
A small rest and I shall be reborn!"
The child shook her head with such force.
"No!" she shouted without remorse.
"My bed would burn to the ground!
To the fireplace you are bound!"
Up she stood and went to her room,
Leaving the flame in a state of gloom.
Sad and tired the flame began to weep.
Panicked, away the other flames tried to leap.
But it was much too late.
They had begun to dissipate,
And soon there was naught but ashes and smoke.
The girl was quite cold when next she awoke.