Your Upside-Down World

 

My son’s feet are 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

Hands down feet up

Pat pat, pat pat, pat pat, POP!!

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