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Where do they go, / I want to know, / The little balloons which fly, and fly, / Over the trees and up so high / Into the sky?
Do they sail as far as Heaven's gate, / Where chubby cherubs watch and wait, / Who stretch out their hands with an eager cry / As the little balloons come floating by?
Do the cherubs play with the pretty things, / Flitting about on their baby wings, / While the little balloons bob to and fro, / Just as they did in the world below?
They never come back the tale to tell, / So no one knows what each befell. / But if they can stay / In that Land for aye, / Where the sun ever shines and the sky is blue, / I do not blame them for longing to fly / Over the trees and up so high; / And when mine goes I will not boo-hoo, -- / Will you?