Strolling Through the Neighborhood: Round 16

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Photo: Boripat

Somewhere over the lamp post, way
up high
There’s a stratosphere that I read of
once in a science book.
Somewhere over the lamp post,
skies are blue
And the fears that you have of
heights,
Really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish for a trip
And wake up where the earth is far behind me.
Where oxygen tastes like lollipops,
Away above the exosphere,
That’s where you’ll find me.

Somewhere over the lamp post,
blue balloons fly
Balloons fly over the lamp post
Why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little balloons fly
beyond the lamp post
Why, oh why can’t I?