Yellow Balloon

Drip drop, drip drop!
Off the unfastened tap after the little one fills up his yellow balloon,
And drops it down from the first floor while singing his
Favorite tune. Drip drop, drip, drop!
I said, “O you, Chubu, it’s no good to lean out the balcony—now go to your room.”
He said, “O my Chachu, it’s summer, you know, I’m just
Trying to play it cool.”
“But be careful,” I said, before I poured a cup of tea and
Stirred it with a spoon.
He said, “Chachu, do you remember the day when my helium balloon reached the Moon?”
“O yes, little one, I remember—it was last year,
During June.”
“Wait a minute, that means…”
“No! I’m not going to bring another one now, because I have to be somewhere soon.”