I think, if I could choose myself a home,
instead of undersea or outer space,
or prairies where the bison rove and roam,
a bouncy house would be a perfect place
because I live in fear of clumsy falls,
but in my bouncy house, I could relax;
inflated rubber padding in the walls
protecting me from bruises, sprains and cracks.
And living in a mansion filled with air,
the highlight of a bouncy house would be
I’d never feel that I was lonely there,
since everyone would want to visit me.