Classic Poem

Out in the garden
When school was done
I blew bubbles
In the sun.

I blew a bubble
Huge as could be!
It hung in the air
For all to see.

Into my bubble
I looked and found
A Schining land
That was rainbow round.

It looked like a world
Meant for no one but fairies.
They'd keep little farms there
With cows, chicks, and dairies.
Woods where the pixies
Could picnic for pleasure,
And hide near the rainbows
Their crocks of strange treasure.

Countries were marked there
Plain as could be;
Green for the country,
Blue for the sea.
Purple for heather,
Sunshine like gold,
Bubble-land weather
Could never be cold.

And then came a bee
All furry and fat.
Before I could think
What he would be at
My beautiful bubble
He brushed with his wing,
And all that was left
Was a little damp ring.