Sitting in a bubble
Zooming over trees
Far away from trouble
Life is sure a breeze.
From this nice position
Insulated fine
I'm out of commission
No more firing line.
People seldom rise high
Intent on their way
They don't know to ask why
And so down they stay.
Their feet are too firmly
Attached to the ground
And their head is also
They can't look around.
Sitting in a bubble
Zooming over trees
Far away from trouble
Life is sure a breeze.