Chewing on bubbles of happiness
And spitting out the seeds
Getting ready to plant a garden
Pulling up the weeds
The bubbles don't take much caring for
They don' thave many needs
In fact needs are detrimental
So keep them won't you please
Six foot one inch high they'll grow
How many will that feed?
Quite a few I'd like to say
Depending on their greed
I wouldn't chew too many, though
You might choke on a seed
No need to fill your pockets up
They'll follow where you lead
Watch your little army grow
Of little bubble Me's
But don't you chew too many, though
You might choke on a seed