A fireman knocked 
at the heavenly gate 
His face was scarred and old 
He stood before the man of fate 
For admission to the fold
“What have you done,” Saint Peter said, 
“To gain admission here?” 
“I’ve been a firefighter, sir,” he said, 
“For many, many a year.” 
The pearly gates swung open wide, As Saint Peter touched the bell – 
“Come in and choose your harp, my son, “You’ve seen your share of hell.”

~~ Author unknown ~~