9 August 2012
At the age of 5, I was given a balloon, It could move and talk, It was naughty every June.
When it heard an Ice Cream Van, It would wriggle out my hand, 'Don't go balloon!' I shouted, As it travelled over the sand.
Then it heard the waves, Of the sea bright and blue, 'Don't go Balloon!' I shouted, There was nothing I could do.
When it heard a bird, Tweeting high and loud, 'Don't go balloon!' I shouted, But balloon was as high as a cloud.
I rescued balloon every time, Or balloon would come back to me, It was naughty every June, That's how it will have to be!
'Don't Go Balloon!' • Opuss № I