Charlie Bubble

I have a little friend,
His name is Charlie Bubble.
He's naughty and mischievous,
And gets me into trouble.
It's only me who sees him,
And I get quite glum.
When I'm getting told off,
For what Charlie Bubble's done,
Why can't mum believe me?
When I say it's Charlie's fault!
I'm sick of getting told off,
And him never being about.
I'm getting rid of Charlie,
I think that I'll get by.
I'm going to become a 'grown up',
And wave Charlie Bubble bye.

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