The Bubble Ride

Blow me in a bubble;
I want to float around the town.
But don't you tell my mom,
For she will surely want me down.

For she said, "Stay in the backyard.
Don't you venture out that gate."
Hurry!  Blow me in a bubble.
To get out of the yard, I cannot wait.

Here I go!  Up.. up and away,
The wind is catching me.
It's taking me higher from the ground.
Now, I'm higher than the trees.

Wow!  The sights that I am seeing,
As I float from place to place.
There's Mrs. Harvey with a hose,
Spraying Mr. Harvey's face.

Look!  There's someone shouting.
He's shaking his angry fist,
At a policeman writing a ticket.
Hey!  It's my teacher Mr. Frist.

Cars look like little ants now,
And I'm traveling far from town.
Gosh, I'm getting really scared.
How will I ever get back down?

If the bubble burst and I would fall,
No telling where I'd be.
I could be smashed against a wall
Or hanging from a tree.

About that time, I felt my mom
Shaking me awake.
Boy, am I glad--it was all a dream
And one very big mistake.

So don't blow me in a bubble.
That ride is not for me.
For it's far more scary,
Than the fun it seems to be.