Oh, Lost Soul!

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
This soul was happy and true
Started with many different hue
And has an enormous queue

Got bored and tired
Lost soul said he got spiked
Now all colors expired
He will find another to get hired

Want to be in different shapes
He traveled in different spaces
Oh lost soul!
How far can you go?

In groups of circles
He tried to be a triangle
A unique one with three angles
Indeed! He can still mingle

Circles are so nice and kind
They can't spike your hind
He's on their list of something to find
Noisy but he don't mind

Have some talks and fun
But near him, like bubbles they popped or run
Oh, lost soul!
How far can you go?

Colors and shapes are such a waste
They both can't satisfy his taste
They all end up in a haste
He'll leave them without a gaze

Alone he walked again
He might find something he can gain
But seems everything will give him vain
Decided, alone he will hide in pain

How far can this lost soul go?
Surely there's a hole
Inside there's a mole
Is there someone who can fix it all?

Maybe we can?
Maybe they can?
Maybe he can?
Oh, surely! He can!

This lost soul needs a home
Someone who can give him hope
Something he can cope
Yes! He is the hope!