Mike Smith

Walked across a pretty flower, thought I'd hold it in my hand
So I knelt down as to grab it, but the flower turned to sand
Tried to carve it as a castle, walls and towers, gates and moat
But the tide washed it away, I had to chase it down by boat
So I dove below the tide, to the bottom of the sea
To restore my pretty castle, try to quell its tragedy
But the castle was no more, and in its place a wooden chest
So I swam back to shore, inside I found a golden nest
Filled with golden little eggs, and so I bought a golden cage
With a golden little perch, just like a golden birdy stage
Though the eggs they never hatched, no they burst into a flame
And although there were no ashes, all the smoke I did contain
In a sky light blue balloon, but I think I'll save my string
Can't try to tie the flower down. Balloon. Flower. Same thing