Walking through the park,
Hanging onto a balloon;
It stays with you 'til dark,
Sad you'll have to leave soon.
Passing by all the trees,
Grasping the string tightly;
Suddenly you wonder how it could be,
That the wind starts blowing lightly.
Stronger and stronger the wind picks up,
Don't let go of that thin string;
It's your only source of a pick-me-up,
Don't let it go away without feeling.
The string starts to slip,
You tighten your fist;
Suddenly, the string rips;
There goes the balloon, with the wind's hiss.
Your entire happiness is shattered,
When suddenly someone offers you a new one;
You're shocked, you're flattered,
You accept, and continue with your fun.
The sun comes out,
The clouds clear;
No more reasons to pout,
The birds' chirping is all you hear.
You and your balloon in the park,
To keep each other entertained;
Look, it's getting dark,
The excitement of the day can no longer be contained.
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