Blow, blow, blow - by Jeff Briggs
A bubble blown that fly's away
Wafted here, there and any other way
Glistens with pearlescent hue
With mirrored images of me and you
Light to touch, silent to hear
Smaller than a balloon, bigger than a tear
Whatever we do, whatever time bids
Lets not forget when we were kids
Play all day, sleep all night
Think you're a bubble in mid-flight
Where did it come from, where will it go
Where has it gone now, I'll give another blow
And when you're bored or when you're down
Don't look sad, remove that frown
Simply pucker your lips and prepare to blow
Whistle a happy tune and your troubles may go
Soon you'll forget why you were gloomy
And now you cheeks are big and roomy
Blow, blow, blow like a whistle top
But don't whistle like the old man in a shop
Who whistles no particular tune
A monkey could do better, no I mean a baboon!
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