Tell me child why you
Want balloons.
And then you cry
When they burst
With a bang.
There was too much breeze
From the window;
It was the western wind
That broke them;
The yellow then the green.
Tears as big as them
Shook the earth.
The breeze too stopped
For a while;
Till you got a white
One this time.
And what if this too goes
The same way child?
Will you again flood the room
And send me afloat to
The town for more?
Balloons don't live
Forever,
Who will tell the child?
So mothers don't die
Till every child has a balloon
Each time they cry.
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