Bubbles
Round and colorful, they play with me
I blow them little, big, they are funny
They dance in a big open space
Some like to pop in my face
Until all that's left are three
One big, one small, one perfect like me
They dance and play till pop pop pop
Goodbye little bubbles, I guess I will start to hop
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