Something's burning, supper is late

The family's waiting patiently by

Something's burning, the bird on the grill

Discovered today a new way to fly

Red hen rising again, out the window she goes

No looking back, no pausing to pack

Her hairbrush or her clothes



Something's burning, starting to catch

Wed like a match to dreams made of wood

Something's burning the little house down

Flames flying round the neighborhood

Red hen rising again, out the window she goes

No looking back, no pausing to pack

Her hairbrush or her clothes



Something's burning, the bird on the grill

Discovered today a new way to fly

At the crackling of the fire

There's a dog who fiercely barks

But he can't drown out the choir of sparks



Kitchen fire! Kitchen fire! Kitchen fire!



Red hen rising again, out the window she goes

No looking back, no pausing to pack

Her hairbrush or her clothes

Something's burning, the bird on the grill

Discovered today a new way to fly