A man had five water balloons,
That he’d saved from childhood.
He stored each one in its own box,
To preserve them the best he could.

One box was made of platinum,
Studded with Rubies, all around.
Inside, it was lined with ermine,
That’s where the red balloon was found.

Another box was made of gold,
Studded with diamonds, round about.
Within, it was lined with velvet,
The yellow balloon’s box was stout.

A silver box held another,
And there were emeralds set therein.
The box had a satin lining,
And the green balloon dwelled within.

Then there was an ivory box,
Set with sapphires on every side.
It was lined with the finest silk,
The blue balloon was found inside.

And last there was a wooden box,
Its craftsmanship was quite adept.
Skillfully carved from knotty pine,
That’s where the pink balloon was kept.

So if you look at every box,
And the riches of which they boast,
Which of the five water balloons
Do you believe is worth the most?

And if you chose one of the five,
I think you’ve made your choice too soon.
What does a box have to do with
The worth of a water balloon?

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