Authors Note: Okay, I'm really sorry if this sucks, but it's something i knocked quickly for my bubble-loving 5 year old sister. Also, I suck miserably at rhyming.
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Our story today begins with a bubble
A bubble that got itself into some trouble
A bubble that flew to a far away land
A trip that the bubble had really not planned.
This bubble was special, not like all the others
Not anything close to her sisters and brothers
She was awfully tiny, could sit in your hand
But she felt as though she was terribly bland.
“Look at that bubble!” the other’s would say
As they grew and they floated to a place far away
“She’s quite funny looking, and awfully small
She isn’t like us other bubbles at all!”
The bubble could feel all her colours shrink
Making her seem like a funny-ish pink
The others were making her feel rather sad
Then angry and boisterous, and then very mad!
So the poor little bubble floated away
But then the wind came and knocked her astray
“Help me!” she cried. “Oh please get me down
If I go any higher I’ll see the whole town!”
The bubble was frightened, the bubble was scared
Oh how she wished she had been more prepared!
All through the tree tops and right down the lane
She went down the valley and over the train
The world became smaller, the people were ants
Big were the birds and small were the plants
The bubble got worried the higher she flew
From her place in the sky she could see the whole zoo!
Then came a noise from not far above
It was not quite the sound that the bubble would love
“Hark!” cried an eagle, all feathered and brown
Oh No! Thought the bubble, Oh please let me down!
The eagle flew closer and turned very large
It spread out its wings and got ready to charge
But then came the wind and it knocked her aside
Into some trees where the bubble could hide
The bubble was happy to hide from the bird
The trees were definitely where she preferred
She could hide from the animals as long as she liked
But then as she floated she nearly got spiked!
The forest of trees was all pointy and scary
The poor little bubble had to be wary
For if she was reckless she could then pop
And down to the ground would the small bubble flop
Carefully through the green trees she flew
Watching as the dark of the large forest grew
“I’ll never get out!” the poor bubble cried
But I can tell you that she really tried
She tried all she could to find a way out
She listened to noises and followed the route
And then she saw it, a small speck of light
The outside world was just a small flight
The brightness got bigger, the scared bubble prayed
That all of her hard work and venture had paid
Closer and closer the small bubble got
Oh the poor thing had been through a lot!
Out of the darkness she happily blundered
“Where am I?” the bubble curiously wondered
“Children are swinging and playing around
Dancing and rolling and digging the ground”
“Why you’ve come to the park!” a happy voice cried
“There’s flowers and sunlight and even a slide.”
The bubble caught sight of what was around
A beautiful place she had finally found!
“Come, play with us” the boy bubble said
“Stay until winter and ride on the sled!”
So many bubbles were floating about
This was for sure a no-bubble drought!
The bubble was happy and rather content
To have some new friends wherever she went
She wasn’t alone and was no longer teased
The bubble was happy, the bubble was pleased.
