I'm not so sure what's going on,
But my bubble broke and it feels different.
I'd been living in this dome-like bubble for so, so long
All by myself and it sometimes gets lonely.
I hear them talking outside and I try to reply
By pushing my hand against the sides.
Sometimes they laugh and sometimes they sing
and when they do it's joy they bring.
When they place their heads to listen
To all the mischief I've been up to,
I kick and roll from side to side.
But now my bubble seems forever gone
And I'm not so sure what I'm supposed to do.
So I waggle while wiggling my way out.
It's almost time I'm almost there!
I feel the cold breeze brush over my head.
It's almost the end of this long, long journey
Yet it's only the beginning of a new one to come.
The voices get louder and louder
And much more clear.
I hear shocked gasps and excited cheers
Greeting me with happiness and a few tears.
Here I am now, in my new home!
Hopefully it's bigger than that tiny little dome.