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SOME BALLOONS GROW ON TREES
For Betsy Richards
Some balloons grow on trees,
On rubber trees, indeed.
You plant old rubber-boots for seed.
On rubber trees, indeed.
You plant old rubber-boots for seed.
Some balloons grow on trees.
If you want them red,
You pour red ink into the boots,
There in the balloon bed,
If you want them red,
You pour red ink into the boots,
There in the balloon bed,
And blue ink if you want them blue.
But if you desire them green,
Just let it pass.
They will turn green to match the grass.
But if you desire them green,
Just let it pass.
They will turn green to match the grass.
Some balloons grow on trees.
And if you do not spray them soon
With water-pots of hellebore
You will not have
One ripe balloon.
Mosquitoes will bite them in the night
Explode them like a thunder-storm
And give the town a fright.
Some balloons grow on trees.
If they grow too fast
And are not gathered every day
The infants stand aghast
To see them tear up by the roots
The trees on which they grew
And scatter dirt on the front walk
And disappear from view
Into the blue.
And if you do not spray them soon
With water-pots of hellebore
You will not have
One ripe balloon.
Mosquitoes will bite them in the night
Explode them like a thunder-storm
And give the town a fright.
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If they grow too fast
And are not gathered every day
The infants stand aghast
To see them tear up by the roots
The trees on which they grew
And scatter dirt on the front walk
And disappear from view
Into the blue.
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