The boy with the balloon

The boy with the balloon went to the park every week,

he played with his mother she was so nice.

Told him stories about the blue skies

The stars and planets too,

all those she’d love to go to.

 

The boy with the balloon went to the park every week,

He wrote letters of love,

and send them to mama above.

The stars and planets were the addressee,

Because that’s where she would be.

 

The boy with the balloon went to the park every week,

He’d bring his toys as gifts

And his balloon would give them lifts.

So high they would go,

But they’d always fall back below.

 

The man with the balloon went to the park every week,

He’d bring circuits and chips

And lifted up tiny little spaceships

So high they would go

up in orbit you know.

 

The man with the balloon went to the park every week,

He’d look at the sky and say

Mars will be mine someday.

He let bigger balloons fly

But noone ever really understood why

 

The man with the balloon went to the park every week,

He’d dream and reminisce.

Because the stars is all there is.

He let up one more balloon

Because it was the end for him soon.

 

The bot with the balloon went down every week,

He would gather and build,

Until his objective was fullfilled

From the one it all grew

Until it spelled “mars is for you”