This page features a video of the poem “The Balloon Man”, prescribed under the Karnataka State Syllabus for 4th Standard English Second Language. Along with its summary in three languages and transliterated songs. It serves as a valuable learning resource for students and parents, with each song accompanied by its respective lyrics for easy sing-along. The synchronized lyrics help learners follow and recite the song as it progresses, making memorization and learning by heart easier, more effective, and enjoyable.
Lyrics
English
He always comes on market days
And holds balloons – a lovely bunch
And in the market square he stays,
And never seems to think of lunch.
They’re red and purple, blue and green,
And when it is a sunny day
The carts and people get between
You see them shining far away.
And some are big and some are small,
All tied together with a string,
And if there is a wind at all
They tug and tug like anything.
Some day perhaps he’ll let them go
And we shall see them sailing high
And stand and watch them from below
They would look pretty in the sky!
And holds balloons – a lovely bunch
And in the market square he stays,
And never seems to think of lunch.
They’re red and purple, blue and green,
And when it is a sunny day
The carts and people get between
You see them shining far away.
And some are big and some are small,
All tied together with a string,
And if there is a wind at all
They tug and tug like anything.
Some day perhaps he’ll let them go
And we shall see them sailing high
And stand and watch them from below
They would look pretty in the sky!
Summary
The poem describes a balloon seller who comes to the market on market
days. His balloons are red, purple, blue, and green and shine in the
distance. Some are big and some are small, but all are tied together
with a string. When the wind blows, they tug against the string. The
poem imagines how beautiful they would look sailing high if released.
days. His balloons are red, purple, blue, and green and shine in the
distance. Some are big and some are small, but all are tied together
with a string. When the wind blows, they tug against the string. The
poem imagines how beautiful they would look sailing high if released.
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