I think balloons are really neat,
Even though they hate to play.
When Daddy buys us balloons,
They always try to get away.

My sister gets a red one.
Blue’s the color I pick out.
Dad ties them around our wrists,
Then we like to run and shout!

They don’t like to be indoors,
At least that is what I think.
They pout down in a corner,
Get all wrinkly and shrink.

Sister’s balloon is happy,
It came loose and got away!
Now she’s going to fuss and cry
And she’ll beg for mine all day!