A Companion in a Star
I just want a star. . .
A pretty little shimmer,
A pretty little piece,
Of a small shiny star.
O, Star! Won't you be my friend?
You appear back again,
You poor, small thing.
Why don't you accept me?
But. . .
What if I gave you a present?
Would you accept me then?
O, O yes! Yes.
So here I am,
After weeks of labor,
I finally bought you the present.
And here I am,
Why did you not accept my present?
Why did you not accept my present?
I ran so happily up the tallest hill,
In the brightest time of the day to see you.
Yet, you ignored me.
You punished me.
And my gift is pointless now.
Oh, little little star.
I am now sightless,
And heartbroken.
I just want a star. . .
A pretty little shimmer,
A pretty little piece,
Of a small shiny star.
O, Star! Won't you be my friend?
You appear back again,
You poor, small thing.
Why don't you accept me?
But. . .
What if I gave you a present?
Would you accept me then?
O, O yes! Yes.
So here I am,
After weeks of labor,
I finally bought you the present.
And here I am,
Why did you not accept my present?
Why did you not accept my present?
I ran so happily up the tallest hill,
In the brightest time of the day to see you.
Yet, you ignored me.
You punished me.
And my gift is pointless now.
Oh, little little star.
I am now sightless,
And heartbroken.