My brother’s feet are like balloons
always rising to the sky,
light and airy they must be
never sticking to the ground.
Walks on his hands you see
one palm and then the other,
slow and steady, or round in circles,
palm patting all the way.
Bend down if you need to talk
bend down if you’d like a smile,
you’re free to join him if you can −
pat, pat, pat, pat, pat, pat, POP!!
