Fire Boy (Naughty Child Series #3) I am writing a series of children's rhymes for my little cousin George, who is 8 and seriously smart!! He has ADHD and is hyper and finds it hard to be still and quiet. We've noticed recently that he responds to vivid colours and patterns and rhymes, for some reason they are the only things that absorb him, so..... I am hoping to write a mini series of stories for him and then publish for him for his birthday, so I am trying it out on you guys first! Here goes another.... Fire Boy was fiery of that there was no doubt But he also had a temper, that needed stamping out By demeanour and appearance his flames enticed you in And when sitting close beside him, took the chill right off your skin But when dealing with this young man , there are lessons to be learnt, He'll lure you in with a cheeky grin and your fingers will get burnt But then one day dear fire boy, he really met his match A young woman from an ice realm and him she would dispatch Her breathe a cold as ice pops, her tongue it was austere "I'll melt you into steam dear and then you'll disappear" She knew he could dissolve her and she'd be gone, that's it! So instead of using brut force, instead she used her wit! And as his flames grew higher and crackled all around The woman laughed right at him and this it did confound Now being a lot smarter than Fire Boy she said "If you win my little wager, I will walk away instead " "No need for all your tantrums and your hot tempered little bursts If you win what I am challenging you'll surely come in first. And without a second thought (as he was made of bluster) Said in a hot and headed voice"'bring on all you can muster" Now being of the fire, he was made of fuel injection, Reacting quickly, full of sparks, not a child of quiet reflection. "Okay" said she, "I bet you now, that you can't hold your breath And by the count of five, you'll surely meet you death" "Is that it?" Said he, for thinking it was easy "Better pack you bags and leave right now", said he sounding rather wheezy But just as was predicted the boy without a thought Held his breath and counting down tried to go from five to nought But he never did quite make it, got to two, which was quite fair But everybody knows that there's no fire without air And without another beat poor old Fire Boy had 'croaked' And headed up the chimney in a puff of soot and smoke So the moral of this story is before you judge another and before you scream and shout, Be careful that in all your haste, you don't blow yourself right out!