Rubber Balloons

Who'll buy my rubber balloons?
Cried an old man in the street
But no one cared about his rubber balloons
For a lady had just fainted at his feet

The doctor in the crowd said
I know what to do whenever a young lady swoons
You must rub her shoulders and cheeks
Rub her hands, rub her feet

And the old man cried out
Rubber balloons
Oh, rubber balloons
Now, won't somebody buy my rubber balloons?