I Have a Red Balloon

I have a red balloon,
How brightly it does shine.
High above the other birds,
She flies.

I have a red balloon,
And larger does she grow,
Bop and bop and blow.

I have a red balloon,
Now she slowly dies.
With the swirling winds
and burning sun,
Hitting all her sides.

I have a red balloon,
If only she would still,
So that I could tape those wounds.

I have a red balloon,
slowly she deflates.
Sometimes,
I add another spot of tape.

I have a red balloon.
It is only one.