Fiery match, light my dreary day,
In darkness when hope starts to sway
Light me a fire,
When the need becomes quite dire
A tiny flickering light,
in the darkness of the night
Hear the lonely hoot of an owl,
Strike to ward off anything fowl
Even though it may waver,
It makes you feel a good bit braver
When cold, pull it out to strike
Light a torch to see where you hike
Start a fire to make a dinner,
So that you don’t get any thinner
Once a beautiful blood-red heart,
Becomes a blackened top, ugly and deformed after it’s start
Never to be used again
Not quite what it used to have been
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