Happiness Is a Balloon
The sky is painted a beautiful blue
The clouds are snow white
The sun is shining through
There is a gentle breeze every now and then
We are appreciative when it comes around the bend
The clouds are at play on this beautiful day
Forming shapes of animals and faces of men
We look up and can't help but to grin
We are filled with joy
We think we might pop
Just like a balloon
The happiness won't stop
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