Rosy-cheeked and blue-eyed, Balloon Boy stood;
With an expression on his young face that could only mean good;
But beyond the gleaming smile,
And the pleasant rainbow cap;
No one seems to notice,
That the robot is a trap.
Despite his innocence beyond compare,
Evil lurks beneath mud-brown hair;
Dark intentions hang in the air;
He seeks the one who never plays fair.
Never plays fair,
That is what he does;
He grins widely as your vision is reduced to fuzz,
When you're nothing but a corpse,
And your ears are filled with buzz,
You'll hear his laugh;
Everyone does.
Beware Balloon Boy;
With his sweet composure;
Which he never removes,
Until the daytime is over.