Where I grew up there was a stream
That always bubbled blue,
And if you listened carefully,
It would give a wish to you.
"But choose wisely," it would say
As it churned around a bend.
"I may give you what you ask,
But I may not be your friend."
Some heeded the warning, others not,
But it came to the same end;
All remembered those haunting words,
"I may not be your friend."
So when at last I made my wish,
It was simple and very true-
"Disappear and never return,
And take your bubbles of blue."
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