We're in a hot air balloon
That's white, blue and red
Counting how high we go
In groups of one hundred
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred
Four hundred, five hundred, six hundred
Seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred
And then one thousand
Then we saw a blue jay
And offered him some bread
And asked him to come along
And count by one hundred
He said, excuse me sir and madam
But I am just a bird
For me to count by hundreds
Would simply be absurd
Is he holding a pin
We're in a hot air balloon
But now we're filled with dread
As we count down to the ground
In groups of one hundred
One thousand, nine hundred, eight hundred
Seven hundred, six hundred, five hundred
Four hundred, three hundred, two hundred
And then one hundred
Phew! We're alive
That ride had scared my friend
So this time instead
I needed a safer way
To count by one hundred
I thought for a while
Then a thought came to my mind
This time let's try to find
A mountain we can climb
We're at the bottom of a mountain
To the top we will tread
Counting how high we climb
In groups of one hundred
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred
Four hundred, five hundred, six hundred
Seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred
And then one thousand
Then we saw a bald eagle
With his wings outspread
And asked him to come with us
And count by one hundred
He said, I can't count
But watch out
Don't step on that branch
If you break it, you might start an avalanche
Oh no
That can't be good
We're at the top of a mountain
Trying to keep ahead of an avalanche
As we count groups of one hundred
One thousand, nine hundred, eight hundred
Seven hundred, six hundred, five hundred
Four hundred, three hundred, two hundred
And then one hundred
You know, I like counting by one hundred with you
But I think I'm through
I've got better things to do