I once knew a boy Aways in and out of trouble Until his life Became a muddle
And so he built himself a bubble Lived within avoiding trouble A solitary life Celibate, without a wife Free from the trouble and strife
This way of life Though not subtle Served to keep him away Safe from trouble
Then along came Mary She came along and burst his bubble Breaking down all his fences Left poor bubble boy With no defences And although just a fragile shell Those many years It served him well
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Our bubble boy Without a bubble No defences, some say He lost his senses
Woe is me Now you can see His life would end In misery Alas to tell It did not end well For the Devil soon Came out to play Poor bubble boy He led away
