Mister Bubble's Troubles

Bubble was in trouble

He'd floated the wrong way

Wind took him against his whim

So in the sky he'd stay

Blown from a bubble pipe

It was nice to be free

This small, newly formed bubble

Had the whole world to see

All went wrong before long

The wind direction changed

What was front then became back

His mind was rearranged

Next time you blow bubbles

Watch while they float away

In case, like Mister Bubble

In the sky they may stay

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