The story of the red balloon:
She was play-aying
Wi-ith her re-ed balloo-oon
Tossing it u-u-up
Into the air-air
Throwing and kicking
And blowing and punching
And running and jumping
And skipping and putting it
Onto her head
It was the be-est frie-iend
She e-ever ha-ad
She never see-eemed
To ever get tired of
Throwing and kicking
And blowing and punching
And running and jumping
And skipping and putting it
Onto her head
But, balloo-oons ha-ave
A very short li-ife
She didn't do-oo
Anything wro-ong
But sa-ad my frie-iend
I ha-ave to say-ay
At twe-elve o'clo-ock
On the very next day-ay
Her balloon went [bang]
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