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