The Balloon Seller

He is tall and thin
With a long hair under his chin
He travels ringing his bell,
And shouting "Balloons I sell".

And when it is a sunny day
We can see balloons from far away
They are gold, green, blue and red,
Glimmering high over everyone's head.

Children round him with such a noise,
As they buy the balloons of their choice.
Again he shouts, "Balloons I sell"
Likewise, he walks miles ringing his bell.

And we can see the balloons railing high,
They look pretty up in the sky.
Longing to rise up the air,
Leaving behind everyone to stare.