A spark awoke the town to smoke
And curious young flames,
Who much like Tacker were evoked
To play a larger game.

The elements are changeless folks
Who bring about great change,
Few things will ever dare to coax
Like danger stark and strange.

Our bees and Tacker met the hoax
That fire will just destroy,
And as they caught they also stoked
The flames up with great joy.

The town of Crumble came from clay
And now it had its kiln
To welcome it to sunny day
Though night had let it in.