Lighted Firehouse

So this is the lighted firehouse
Where a lonely philosopher lives.
I’ve been searching for the master.
It’s not marked on any map.
Ah, but the door is unlocked:
Let’s poke about inside.
I think I smell smoke.

Where have the red engines gone?
Spot, the firehouse dog,
Shouldn’t he be on his chain?
It’s not marked on any map.
Why so illuminating?
I cannot find a single light fixture.
I think I smell smoke.

Just a boy polishing the fireman’s pole.
Say, can I get a look at my face?
I seem to be sticking my tongue out.
Grab a hold, we’re going
Straight down.
I’ve been searching for the master.
I think I smell smoke.