In the city of Yoar

  The year thirty eight

  Solmin found himself stuck

  At a time very late

  With a thoughtful light frown

  He slept as though dead

  Still sat in his chair

  Too many books read

  In the book room was he

  Open tomes all around

  In a dream did he see

  Some wood in a mound

  He stared for a tic

  Unknown what it meant

  As he gazed deep in thought

  Up in flames it then went

  So sudden the action

  So confusing the thought

  He was shocked from the vision

  To reality brought

  Not a second he wondered

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  What could it all mean

  'Fore the answer was clear

  The air was not clean

  A sound a floor down

  There came quite a clatter

  He arose from his seat

  To see what was the matter

  But touching his door

  He found it too hot

  His hand was now burned

  An escape this was not

  Silent fear entered him

  So he called out for help

  Some floor then fell in

  His shout turned to a yelp

  Surrounded was he

  By shelves heavy with lore

  The boards weakened with flame

  They fell through the floor

  What was he to do

  With no path through the door

  He lived three floors up

  And had no wings to soar

  Still he ran to the window

  In search of some hope

  Not stopping to look

  He knows there's no rope

  So he shouts loud and far

  As folks in the street

  Now realize the house

  Houses not only heat

  The searing heat rises

  Flames leap and they soar

  Smoke now becomes choking

  He can't take any more

  In his last desperate cries

  To make breathing less hard

  He lowers his head

  But he leans out too far