The sun light is bright, the air is clear, all colors are in perfect coordination
His new blue ball is bored, he feared, so the little boy took him on vacation
He said - sit tight and enjoy the ride, while I fly my bike off to the countryside
He said - lay back and enjoy the view, and when we get there I'd love to kick you
But the ball, he didn't like it at all
The ball let out a healthy cry, and cursed with many marks of exclamation
As he fell off he wondered why a ball must be a toy for occupation
He said - you fly off and enjoy the view, I will land here and find something to do
He said - please go and kick something hard, I will write a poem and be blue ball the bard
