While My Mansion Burns

When fools' houses are on fire, what wonders await?

A hunt calls while my mansion burns;
These rats have long eluded me!
Give man that for which his heart mourns,
And you’ll see joy in he or she.

Amidst grey fumes, things turn to ash
When care is late or lacks right limbs;
Flames make householders dread and search,
And does stir up astounding whims.