Bath Time Bubbles

Bath time bubbles,
pop, pop, pop,
with bath time bubbles,
the fun won't stop.

Bath time bubbles,
some big and some small,
bath time bubbles,
I love them all.

Bath time bubbles,
the scent of soap in the air,
overflowing the tub,
but hey I don't care.

The adventures I go on,
depends on the bubbles I get,
I went swimming with the mermaids,
and flew through the clouds on my jet.

I became a sea queen,
who ruled the ocean's tide,
in charge of every bubble,
every fish and where they reside.

I became a professional pilot,
navigating through the clouds,
I even became a rock star once,
belting it out to the crowds.

My hands have turned to prunes,
bath time bubbles still everywhere,
some of them on the floor,
and a pile of them in my hair.

Mom peaks her head in,
to make sure I haven't drowned,
hiding beneath the bubbles,
I do not make a sound.

I hear her call my name,
and I jump out of the soap,
she covers me in a towel,
but with the bubbles now gone I mope.

She promises me that later,
there will be more bubbles than before,
but only if I eat my dinner,
can I search the ocean floor.

So as I run down to super,
I think of all the new adventures I will face,
when I run back to that bubble filled tub,
my truly favorite place.

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