A green balloon came yesterday.
I asked it, “Do you want to play?”
So out we ventured for a walk,
On down the steps and round my block.
We came upon a maple tree,
And up we floated through its leaves.
There, high upon a branch we found
A nest of sticks, all shades of brown.
So in we climbed and nestled deep,
And soon had drifted off to sleep.
A red balloon comes by today.
I ask it, “Do you want to play?”
So out we venture for a walk,
On down the steps and round my block.
We meet the fireman’s dog named Dots.
His tongue is pink, his fur has spots.
He yips and barks and licks my face
And welcomes us into his space.
So in we climb and nestle deep,
And soon we're drifting off to sleep.
A blue balloon may come my way.
I’ll ask it, “Do you want to play?”
Then out we’ll venture for a walk,
On down the steps and round my block.
We’ll climb a playground slide, so high
That letting go we’d touch the sky.
And far above the city crowd
We’ll spy a comfy cotton cloud.
Where in we’ll climb and nestle deep,
And soon be drifting off to sleep.
Balloons will fill my dreams tonight
With wondrous shapes of colored light.
What might tomorrow's color be,
Should one but chance to visit me?
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