Curiously Puzzled

It was a cold winters night
And alone with his light
Foozle was alone hidden from sight

And with a load bash he came down with a crash
And then he got up and away he dashed

Foozle had found himself in the street
As leaves pass swiftly beneath his feet
Rain falling on the roof tops what a wondrous sound
Then foozle slipped and fell to the ground

As he got up he noticed there was a window open in the corner shop
So up he got and away he hopped
When he entered there were many a cart
He ran alone into the dark
Thrashing on the side of each and every cart

Then he ran down the isle with bottles and cans
And when he stopped, there it stands
Curiously puzzled he took of the top
And as he did it started to bop

And with a sound of a fizzle and a flump it flew
He runs to the bubbles that leapt in the air
Curiously fizzled the foozle looked puzzled
What was it he thought for he had never seen bubbles

Troubled he turned with a look of surprise
As the bubbles popped right before his eyes

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