not to play with fire.
but the flames are so pretty, mama.
don't you think I would play with it
just this one time?
They are flickering yellow and orange
and red and blue.
It's like a little rainbow, mama.
I want to touch them, mama.
I reach out my hand
just a little closer.
Mama hasn't noticed.
I move closer.
Mama's back is still turned.
I grab a flame, I want to hold it
and keep it in my pocket.
it hurts, mama.
it hurts.
