Balloon Seller by Elizabeth Fleming

I’d like to peddle toy balloons;
With globes like jolly suns and moons
Bobbing and bouncing there, I’d stay
Holding them high the live-long day.

I’d make them dance like anything,
All fastened to a bit of string,
Their golds and greens, and blues and reds
Glimmering over people’s heads.

And all the folks would turn and stare,
And long to free them on the air.