When the sun would go down in a
wild blaze of light, Then the little house lay in
the stillness of night, Fireflies would flicker and
float in the gloom, While a fan was turning in
- Twenty fans were turnin’, they were turnin’
- Twenty fans were turnin’ in very room.
- Fevers were a burnin’ they were burnin’
- And they had to have a way to cool down.