Balloon balloon
Why are you leaving me so soon
Up into the sky

You look down
At me standing on the ground
As the clouds go drifting by

Now I see
You are stuck in a tree
Only the birds you will know

I beseech
But you’re surely out of reach
Even if I stand tip toe

Yellow beak
Kisses you on the cheek
And a POP! Gives way to air

Down you go
To the ground, woe is woe
But I rather like you there.