Snickering and cackling

Its sparks are laughing

Trying to warm us

And staying lit is a must

Acting like it was having fun

It has the touch of the sun

Burning whatever it is touching

The object hunches over crouching

It eats the things you feed it

Like wood or marshmallow on a stick

It is morning now and it knows what to do

Blow out the fire because the sky has turned blue