Bubbles in my soapy bath
   And bubbles on my nose.
Bubbles floating in the air
   And bubbles on my toes.


Bubbles floating round my head
   And also on the floor.
Bubbles blowing in the air
   And through the open door.

Bubbles floating down the stairs
   And in the living room.
They float into the kitchen now
   Where one lands on a broom.

Then through the open kitchen door
   And to the world outside,
Glinting in the bright sunlight
   And floating on with pride.

Bubbles on the rose bush means
     The end of having fun,
But they enjoyed their little time
   Of floating in the sun.

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By Josie Whitehead