I was blowing soap bubbles

One fine day—

Pink and gold and amethyst

And every shell-like hue—

The airiest, the fairiest,

The very I-don’t-care-iest

I ever, ever knew.

I was blowing soap bubbles

One fine day—

Rings and strings and clusters

That seemed magic, magnified—

Such shimmery and flossy ones,

Such glittery and glossy ones

That when I blew the biggest one

I blew myself inside!

I floated round the town and back,

And everywhere I went

Everything looked sunset-tinted,

Radiant, rainbow-gay!

But though I tried, I never quite

Blew another half so bright

And lovely as the one I blew

That one fine day,

That pink and gold and amethyst

Never-forgotten day.

Illustrated by Julie Fuhriman