There was a man that blew bubbles in Kingston street, he blew them all day.
To see the children laugh was his true joy.
Each bubble would fly high with each laugh, when the popped they brought true happiness...
Each bubble loved to play with the children till they popped
See, they thought this was their destiny and therefore what needed to be done,
To reach that average height was good enough for them and it required no effort to be won.
But there was a bubble guy. He had no name because he was not popular as he did not play this game.
He aimed for the sky and 'there's simply nothing to do but only try'
all the other bubbles though he was filled with air
but he replied it isn't quite fair,
we all should have a chance to reach the top; to touch the stars if we hold our luck.
Now the bubble man sits there watching them fly telling all the children of the bubble guy...
