Here you will find the Poem Eight Balloons of poet Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Eight balloons no one was buyin' All broke loose one afternoon. Eight balloons with strings a-flyin', Free to do what they wanted to. One flew up to touch the sun - POP! One thought highways might be fun - POP! One took a nap in a cactus pile - POP! One stayed to play with a careless child - POP! One tried to taste some bacon fryin' - POP! One fell in love with a porcupine - POP! One looked close in a crocodile's mouth - POP! One sat around 'til his air ran out - WHOOSH! Eight balloons no one was buyin' - They broke loose and away they flew, Free to float and free to fly And free to pop where they wanted to.
