BlutEisen

Do you have some time to spare? I’ll sing a song, if you would care, Of nine and ninety bright balloons, On their way to who knows where. Do you ever think of me? Then I will sing a song for you, Of nine and ninety bright balloons, And the fate that came of them. Nine and ninety bright balloons, On their way to who knows where Mistook them all for UFOs, Battle stations, red alert! The jets dispatched to intercept! To reconnoiter and detect! Yet there they flew that afternoon Just nine and ninety bright balloons! Nine and ninety battle jets! Each one a bold and fearless fighter! They thought themselves as Captain Kirks, They sure did