The Hot Air Balloon Ride

She floated on her merry way And left the crowds in pale dismay A string of streamers flew astray As the balloon swept to the clouds The people down below were sold Their tickets, bright and blooming gold To take a flight, so they were told Upon Her Majesty’s Suite. Who knew the girl would steal the craft The floating stolen hot air raft She tipped her golden head and laughed As the ants below her scurried. They called the Mayor and the Sheriff too And hollered and hooped until they turned blue But the clouds caught her up in their silver hue And the sky erased her presence. The town folks say they see her still On moonless nights, against her will, Her make-shift flight will last until She steadies her weary soul.