This little red balloon that follows me,
I wear upon my wrist
It’s the thing which keeps me free
of things I must resist
For a living thing I’ll not enslave
as an animal for support
All for a solemn oath I gave
not to use them for such sport
My shelter from unpleasant places
when I should wander afield
to venues that are unsafe spaces
It guards me like a shield
My red balloon goes every place
I guard it with such care
for it is needed when I’m faced
with the truth: it’s only air