Light Showers

Blown-Away Balloon

Yellow moon,
Big balloon
Without a string,
You seem to bring
Bedtime too soon.

For I am not a sleepyhead;
I'd rather look at you instead.
You seem so lonely way up high,
Just floating in the big black sky.
I'd rather watch than go to bed.

You must belong to careless boys
Who play all day but make no noise.
I see their jacks, too, twinkly tiny,
Scattered near you, silver shiny.
Why don't they put away their toys?

Big yellow moon,
Poor blown-away balloon. . .

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