Wildfire, a desire to be loved    Climb higher to the platform just above    Little liar, you deceive me with your wit    Elocution, sculptured perfectly to fit       Tug of war with the blessed and the mugged    Please let me quiz you, rest assured but unplugged    Town crier has our voices kindly bugged    Wildfire, a desire to be loved       Daddy calling, see how they run    Mother calling, see how they run    Monday morning, see how they run    Counting stories see how they       Run, run, run       Wildfire, a sifting signal of the times    Tossed and turned up in deceptional ryhmes    Soap and water, I wash your mouth out all the same    She's my daughter, but I'll never play the game