I’m a bubble blower.
I blow bubbles out of gum.
And it doesn’t matter to me,
where my bubblegum is from.
I will peel black sticky circles,
of used gum from off the street.
I’ll accept a slimy mouthful,
from a stranger I might meet.
I will pick it out of trash cans.
I will chip it off your chair.
I chew it where I find it,
and it doesn’t matter where.
Grape or mint or any flavor,
old gum is a taste to savor.
I chomp any gum I see.
I love finding gum for free.
