Oh, sweet sweet Sun! Shine like I am the only one! Be a beacon to my- What’s this I see? I pride-striken bubble? I’m no bubble! I am known as- Oh, don’t babble on about yourself you little prissy pig! What?! How dare- I am because I dare, so how dare you be poetic? Because it is commanded to me by the- Oh, do change the subject please, you talk about yourself too much. You inconsiderate little- Oh, I do consider, especially the fact that you’re vain! Do go away so I can- Do what? A to be or not to be bit? You cannot be because of your situation! What do you speak- I speak the truth, little bubble, for you are conceded. How am I- You are so because you do the same thing every time I see you! I don’t even- Oh, you do know me! How can you not when I’m all in your head? A Muse! I knew- Oh, you don’t know a thing, bubble! But- Just quit talking to the Sun like it’s your lover! It’s kinda scary. But I thought you thought I was- Yes, you’re still vain, and you’re still a bubble.