The balloon is ready, I've tethered it to the balcony with a knot no sailor could invent.
Ignore the gathering crowd below.
Plebians! Maybe if we look closely we will find our mothers waving handkerchiefs,
and our fathers scowling.
If we see any children we'll throw them candy
but don't tell them why we are up here,
floating above Belleville in a hot
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