Eight balloons no one was buyin' all broke loose one afternoon. Eight balloons with strings a flyin', Free to do what they wanted to. One flew up to touch the sun--POP! One thought highways might be fun--POP! One took a nap in a cactus pile--POP! One stayed to play with a careless child--POP! One tried to taste some bacon fryin'--POP! One fell in love with a porcupine--POP! Onelooked close in a crocodile's mouth--POP! One sat around 'til his air ran out--WHOOSH! Eight balloons no one was buyin'-- They broke loose and away they flew, Free to float and free to fly And free to pop where they wanted to.
Author: Shel Silverstein, "A Light in the Attic", page 58
I didn't have room to stamp 8 balloons; that is why there is only 6, but the poem was a great inspiration. Thanks for stopping by and I do appreciate the comments. Have a wonderful week.