Butterflies and Bubblegum

In a world of whimsy, where laughter fills the air,
There’s a place where magic dances without a care.
Where butterflies flutter, in colors so bright,
And bubblegum bubbles, take off in flight.

The grass is made of candy, the trees of lollipops,
The flowers are gumdrops, with soda for drops.
The sun is a giant, shimmering gumball,
And the clouds are cotton candy, floating above all.

The butterflies, they dance, to a bubblegum beat,
Their wings, a mosaic, of sugary sweet.
They flit and they flutter, from flower to flower,
Sipping on nectar, in this candy-coated bower.

The bubblegum bubbles, they bounce and they bob,
Like iridescent orbs, on the lollipop knob.
They grow and they shimmer, in the gumball sun’s light,
A kaleidoscope of joy, a merry delight.

The children, they come, to this wonderland rare,
To play and to laugh, without a worry or care.
They chase the butterflies, and blow bubbles galore,
In this world of enchantment, where boredom’s no more.

For in this place, where sweet dreams come alive,
And imagination soars, and joy’s in full drive,
The butterflies and bubblegum, they…