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balloon

My lovely balloon, my helium balloon

has gone up in the air

I let go for a second

Now my balloon’s no longer there

.

I’d held on very tightly

to the ribbon while we walked

home from the shops

my mum and I

She’d listened while I talked

.

I told her how I loved my balloon

Happy Birthday You Are Four!

it said in big gold letters

I shan’t see any more

.

Mum said four’s a big-boy age

I’d be a grown-up soon

And wasn’t I a clever chap

for choosing such a balloon?

.

My helium balloon, my lovely balloon

It flew up in the sky

and drifted over rooftops

wobbling goodbye.

.

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