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Come sail along with me under a hot air balloon.
The sun is up but you can still see the moon.

There is a glint of frost still on the ground,
And glowing colors in the autumn leaves abound.

Oh, look I see a red fox scampering about.
He is looking for breakfast I have no doubt.

Slowly we glide looking over a town, 
And we even see some people down on the ground.

“Come on down and have some coffee,” they say.
That wouldn’t be a bad way to start the day.

But we have more things to see coming into view.
Passing over a highway, we hear a horn bidding us adieu.

It is so quiet as we look in the woods at the deer,
And then a blast of flame shoots us on to where

We see the chase van waiting for us to land.
We can’t wait to tell how our trip was so grand.

We land so gracefully and help pack up the gear.
A champagne toast proclaims the best trip of the year.

© Copyright 1997 by Jean E. Gorney