Whenever you’re at the circus,
There’s one guy sure to make you laugh.
He’s the one who turns a pink balloon,
Into an elegant giraffe.

He huffs and puffs and twists and turns,
And much to your surprise,
The balloon becomes a creature,
Right before your eyes.

You’ll know him by his funny hat,
Checkered socks and big red nose,
Be carries a pocketful of balloons,
Wherever it is he goes.

He is quick to spot a frightened child,
Or one that’s out of place,
He grabs a balloon and quick as a wink,
There’s a smile upon their face.

A pirate’s sword, a purple dog,
A hat upon your head,
A simple flower, a pair of shades,
An apple - green or red.

His creations are not cast in stone,
So they don’t last too long,
But they live on in memory,
Like the verses of a song.

You might think the lion tamer,
Has him beaten by a mile,
But the balloon man has it best of all,
For he makes the children smile.

Dedicated to the Balloon Man, Faino Blevins.