A Red Balloon Dream

Joggling an ice-cream cone In one hand And dancing a red balloon on a string In the other, The little boy clicked both heels together, And he dashed As fast as he could to the top of the hill Then he blew out a shout: Hey, look at me, And just look what I got! I got a red balloon! The world is all about! Then a strong gust of wind Came along with a snatched The red balloon zoomed away From his playful hand The red balloon climbed Above snow white clouds, Clouds appeared like fluffy Mashed potatoes Waiting for a spoon The red balloon soared, as free as a bird, without a word Well, it decided to go to the moon, The red balloon shined brighter than a silver spoon. So, the red balloon dream believed it could fly, Through the air with ease, it danced above like a Tennessee Waltz, Hanging from a park bench or tied to a tree, the red balloon traveled above the castles, churches and kings. Well, the red balloon sailed away from the little boy’s hand, but just around the corner and up over the bend, you can find a red balloon dream, in a little boy's heart.