Matilda told such dreadful lies,
It made one gasp and stretch one's eyes;
Her aunt, who, from her earliest youth,
Had kept a strict regard for truth,
Attempted to believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her, 
 ... 
Now once, towards the Close of Day,
 ... 
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe to the telephone
And summoned the Immediate Aid
Of London's noble Fire-Brigade.
 ... 
From Putney, Hackney Downs and Bow,
With courage high and hearts a-glow
They galloped, roaring though the town,
'Matilda's house is burning down!'
 ... 
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the ball-room Floor;
And took peculiar pains to souse
The pictures up and down the house,
Until Matilda's Aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed
And even then she had to pay
To get the Men to go away!
It happened that a few weeks later
Her Aunt went off to the Theatre
To see that entertaining Play
'The Second Mrs. Tanqueray.'
 ... 
That night a fire did break out --
You should have heard Matilda Shout!
You should have heard her scream and bawl,
And throw the window up and call
 ... 
But every time she shouted "Fire!"
They only answered "Little liar!"
And therefore when her Aunt returned,
Matilda, and the house, were burned.