By Jill Spargur

I always wanted a red balloon,

It only cost a dime;

But Ma said it was risky,

They broke so quickly,

And beside, she didn't have time,

And even if she did, she didn't

Think they were worth a dime.

We lived on a farm & I only went

To one circus and fair,

And all the balloons I ever saw were there:

There were yellow ones & blue ones,

But the kind I liked the best

Were the red, and I don't see why

She couldn't have stopped and said

That maybe I could have one -

But she didn't - I suppose that now

You can buy them anywheres,

And that they still sell red ones

At circuses and fairs.

I got a little money saved;

I got a lot of time,

I got no one to tell me how to spend my dime;

Plenty of balloons - but somehow

There's something died inside of me,

And I don't want one -- now.




Nursery Rhymes and Poems