Oh fire alarm How you've perplexed me so. My garlic is black, Blacker than coal My potatoes are crispy, Soft and dull, You charred my food Now I'm heavy with woe. I had plans for my garlic It would have been great! Now my eggs have also suffered A poor, bland, american fate. I heard you singing That incessant beep So I ran to my broomstick And all in a sweep I pressed your button, As you pressed mine, I looked for one second And ruled it was fine. So I twisted on toes Back on my feet Set the broom down I was ready to eat. Alas for my garlic So delicate and fine It had burned to a crisp In all of that time. Oh fire alarm How you've perplexed me so I was ready to eat Now I'm heavy with woe.