Like A Little Boy Poem by Gert Strydom

Like a little boy
he wants to play
with the rescue and fire helmets
and opens the glass cabinet
where they are stored.

Time and time again
the fire alarm rings
and they are testing
the noisy thing.

Even if smoke rises
people may still think
that they are just testing
some thing.

I wonder what that big
little boy will do,
when a real fire occur?
Will it still be a game,
will he know what to do
and act in time
or will he just run for the door?