The story of the red balloon

She was playing

With her red balloon

Tossing it you up

Into the air

Throwing and kicking

And blowing and punching

And running and jumping

And skipping and putting it

Onto her head

It was the best friend

She ever ha-ad

She never seemed

To ever get tired of

Throwing and kicking

And blowing and punching

And running and jumping

And skipping and putting it

Onto her head

But, balloons ha-ave

A very short life

She didn't do

Anything wrong

But sad my friend

I ha-ave to say-ay

At twelve o'clock

On the very next day

Her balloon went