Love In A Balloon
We should float away, just you and I,
In a balloon in the clouds in an azure-blue sky.
Pillows we'd bring, with champagne and fruit,
We'd take off our clothes and really get to it!
Leaving below the world's misery and strife,
Aloft we'd be cooing, in our glorious high life.
If a shower should try to dampen our spirits,
We'd sing even louder, with the seagulls and parrots.
We'd come back to earth as the sun made its setting,
And remain in the basket for a little more petting.
Then back home, to our cottage, finally to bed,
Turn off the light- no more need be said.