Come with me; forget your troubles.
We'll take some soap and make some bubbles!
We'll take some soap and make some bubbles!

We can make them big or small;
It isn't very hard at all.
It isn't very hard at all.

I can't be angry, sad or blue
When blowing bubbles-now, can you?

Just blow your blues into each one.
We'll watch them sparkle in the sun.
We'll watch them sparkle in the sun.

We'll send them out into the sky.
There go your troubles!

Poof!
Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
~ Poem by Ericka Northrop

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