Flambe

      Freddy F. Fervour really loved a good fire.                         
      Strike a match, flick a lighter, rub two sticks together.       
      He liked to see the flames go higher and higher.                 

      If he could catch a bird, he might burn a feather.                 
      A flaming sparrow, way up high, burning in the sky.           
      Its only relief would be inclement weather.                         

      But Freddy needed  something easier to fry.                       
      So he filled a  Buick Skylark with gas and struck a match. 
      Poor guy,  because today he would burn up and die.