He always comes on market days

And hold balloons a lovely bunch

And in the market square he stays

And never seems to think of lunch

They’re red and purple blue and green

And when it is a sunny day

Tho’ carts and people get between

You see them shining far away

And some are big and some are small

All tied together with a string

And if there is a wind at all

They tug and tug like anything

Someday perhaps he’ll let them go

And we shall see them sailing high

And stand and watch them from below

They would look pretty in the sky

(Written by Rose Fyleman)


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