Inside they inflate, push up from bottom
But the volcano did not open up its mouth yet
Red, black then they become white
Silted motionless a bit in the pit colourless
Cannot I fathom, moments pass and I forget
I had a hill of lava in the region untouched
They start breaking and frightening is its sound
I run but they come back quick like stream
I wish I could throw them out like flash of light
But they gyrate and gyrate making it round
I kick I push I press it to make it squire flat
But like a rubber band they jump and hit the roof
I sit and wonder what kinds of beast these are
Annoying irritating noisy clumsy buffoons
I wish I could thrash them or ban them all
But alas! No crack yet developed in the wall.