THE BALLOON PEDDLER
Who is the man on Chestnut street
With colored toy balloons?
On sunny afternoons—
The heart leaps to behold
And blue and pink and gold.
Hath antic merchandise:
Attract my eager eyes.
Bewitched through magic moons
With meaningless balloons.
Tread cautious on the pave!
Some haggard soul and grave,
Who deems thy toys a sin—
And prick them with a pin!
The Balloon Peddler