With all the crazy little thoughts,
When going shopping with his mum,
Until he seen it upon a shelf,
"Oh mammy, mammy can I have".
"Oh what’s up son"? His mummy said,
"Oh I see what you want,
"I won't, I won't, I promise mum,
"You better not or you won't get,
Then with that he took the bottle,
Running round past the till,
Unscrewing the lid ever so slow,
To give birth now to his bubble,
But would he burst the silly thing,
With all the pressure of the hit,
Bouncing of the shelves of fruit,
Knocking them right of their feet,
Until it landed on the till,
Which made him laugh out very loud?
"What did I tell you Master Rubble?
"Oh please don't, I'll be good,
"Oh don't be silly you little fool,
Now wait until I get you home,
Said his mum in furious rage,
"Now apologise for your disgrace,
"I'm very sorry for what I’ve done.
He made me do it you see you see,
"That’s ok my little friend,
Now promise me one little thing,
"I promise Miss". Said Master Rubble,
So of he walked away fancy free,