Something's burning, supper is late The family's waiting patiently by Something's burning, the bird on the grill Discovered today a new way to fly Red hen rising again, out the window she goes No looking back, no pausing to pack Her hairbrush or her clothes Something's burning, starting to catch Wed like a match to dreams made of wood Something's burning the little house down Flames flying round the neighborhood Red hen rising again, out the window she goes No looking back, no pausing to pack Her hairbrush or her clothes Something's burning, the bird on the grill Discovered today a new way to fly At the crackling of the fire There's a dog who fiercely barks But he can't drown out the choir of sparks Kitchen fire! Kitchen fire! Kitchen fire! Red hen rising again, out the window she goes No looking back, no pausing to pack Her hairbrush or her clothes Something's burning, the bird on the grill Discovered today a new way to fly