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When I grow up I am going to be a fireman.
Anyway that is my plan.

I think it will be cool
I hope I don’t look like a fool!

I get to wear red and drive a big truck.
I hope I can help people get un-stuck.

I am only a little boy now,
I’ll grow into a fireman somehow.

It will start small with a rash,
Then I’ll grow a big mustache.

When I grow older I will put out fires,
On a big red machine with large tires.

I get older every day,
But mom said I have to stay.

Big danger and fun feel far away,
I am stuck home where I play.

Third grade will change it all!!
Next year I will be so tall.

Big and manly that’s my plan,
Then I will be a fireman!