Find your balloons
One, two, three, and four
For now it is one big cartoon
Just for spring let the colors soar
Through the summer and incoming the pain
Five, six, seven, eight,
Catch them beneath playgrounds to go above the planes
Collect them so you can liberate.
As fall comes inbound,
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
You are almost ready to leave the ground
Tie them together for the ones that tied themselves
Winter has come by the time you look to the sky,
Take your strings and hold them tight,
Legs lift off the ground and you begin to fly
Try and hold on with all your might
Get high off helium,
Twelve, eleven, ten, nine,
For those who were high off opium
Don’t try to look at the time
Admire all of the passing clouds
Eight, seven, six, five
As the wind in your ears pretends to get loud
And keep working for the ones that didn’t survive.
Four, three, and two,
Now you’ve reached them as you passed the winter and moons
One left to join them, too.
Remember to find your balloons.