A twinkle here, A sparkle there.
Their light shines down
Like glowing hairs.
For them to fly
up in the sky
They must promise the moon,
that jolly guy,
That for them to glow
up in the heavens
They will shine on every
new born Tom and old Miss Evans.
Their ever lasting job
is not just to shine
But deliver happy dreams
Time after time.
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