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I read of a fine fire fighter
Who'd made patients' burdens lighter
He was a trained, trusty surgeon
Who'd eased each scared patient's burden
He moved to a house in LA
Recalling fires of yesterday
Old-timer, new-comer, stranger
Everybody knew the danger
Delightful views on every hand
But earthquakes meant a fragile land
He changed his roof tiles from old wood
All changed to concrete? Yes, he could
Cut trees? No, leave them for the birds!
But then strong winds grew much higher
The situation grew more dire
From small sparks grows towers of fire
What about smoke? I'm glad you ask
Of course, the surgeon wore a mask
He was a man who had a plan
He saw the dangers and began
First, make good friends with near neighbours
To count on merging behaviours
What else for buildings? I suppose
He'd stocked up water, sprinklers, hose
His first plan was the house to save
If all else failed, though he was brave
He had no boats but he bought floats
So they'd escape on ocean waves
Meanwhile to douse fires on the ground
With spades and earth they ran around
Like Britain's wartime cry, you see
The action's Dig For Victory
He saved his house, his neighbours' too
Now I and you know what to do
In other streets the houses burned
But here's a happy lesson learned.
You plan, and fight with all your might
Take turns to watch all day and night
Now we know how it can be done,
They planned, not frought, but fought and won!
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