There once was a man
Who lit a fire
Under a balloon
And made it fly
He sailed the world
And the seven seas
He went places
He’d never known before
The balloon popped
Over the Big Apple
He gently sailed
To the ground
The fire was out
The weave was ripped
Cars and bikes and buses and trains
Still he was so terribly lost
He walked to a woman
Smoking in the corner
Asked her for a light
She didn’t hear him
He spoke a little louder
She stared at him
Her eyes were read
She saw beyond him
He asked her again
Politely this time
She handed him a smoke
And went back to sleep
He pocketed it
And went his way
Until he found a man
Reading the paper
He asked for a light
And he got a matchbox
He pocketed it
And went his way
Until he found a girl
Playing on the sidewalk
Crying so loudly
Because she was hurt
He bent down to help her
He heard someone run
He looked up to see
His wallet was stolen
He gave swift chase
But the man was fast
He lost his wallet
And now he was lost
The little girl cried
He gave her candy
And asked her this time
For a balloon shop
She pointed up a bright lane
He thanked her and walked
Until he came to a balloon shop
And a big one he bought
In return for the smoke
And back on the streets he was
As evening slowly came
He set up camp
He lit a small fire
Under the big balloon
It ballooned up big
Until it was all pink
He mounted it and waved
Goodbye to the city
The city of smoke
The city of pity
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