As I was standing over Rachel’s yummy sweet and sour meat balls stirring the bubbly goodness I began to sing:
Little bubbles made of bubbly stuff
little bubbles made of bubbly stuff
little bubbles, little bubbles, and they’re all in a row.
Just thought you should know that when our children come and ask me where I learned all those silly songs I’m sending them to you.
Who Me?
It worked!!! You could have been singing –
Tiny bubbles, in the pot.
Tiny bubbles, bubble alot.
Tiny bubble, really make me hhaaappy.
When they yum yum yummy go down down down to my tummy.