The Balloon Man

He always comes on market days

And holds 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

The 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.

Some day 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!