The Daycare is Aflame

The daycare is aflame,
And the apple-red fire engine,
Is en route,
Wheels turning,
Bells clanging.

The children wail,
Lost in the smoke,
A cacophony of infant fear,
The simplest language in existence.

The daycare is aflame,
And the blood-red fire engine,
Arrives,
Wheels screeching,
Bells quavering.

But the children still wail,
Lost in the smoke,
Because they are alone,
Though rescue be near.