Fire

The yellow line zig-zagged down

'What was that?' Glug asked, with a frown

'Don't know.' Grog scratched his head.

Glug then followed where he led

A wriggling light danced in a dead bush's branches

Grog crept closer, not taking any chances

He reached out and touched the light

Leapt back, yelling in fright

Glug came to defend with a pointed stick

Surprised when the light grabbed hold so quick

She ran to a cave and threw it inside

And suddenly the interior was amplified

'Grog! Look! A gift from the gods!'

Glug jumps, excited, and applauds

Grog comes closer, still holding his finger

Not too keen on wanting to linger

Then from on high, they heard a choir

Singing, 'Hey, y'all, we call that fire!

And here's a lesson you can learn,

Keep feedin' it fuel and it'll always burn.'

So as time passed, they tamed the light

For heating, cooking and delaying night

And as their kids grew, they began to inquire

So Glug and Grog told them the story of fire

The zig-zagging line they saw that day

Changed all their lives in a very big way

And they made sure they learned - all seven

That fire came from a match, made in heaven