Round and colorful, they play with me

I blow them little, big, they are funny

They dance in a big open space

Some like to pop in my face

Until all that's left are three

One big, one small, one perfect like me

They dance and play till pop pop pop

Goodbye little bubbles, I guess I will start to hop



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