The Little Star

Listen, child, to what I say,

Tho' from you so far away;

I twinkle, twinkle, thro' the night,

In doing this, I give delight,

To many a little one like you,

Who, looking up, and wond'ring, too,

Of what I'm made, that sparkles so;

Of light, dear child, now you must know,

That when the sunshine says good-bye,

The stars are marshalled in the sky;

They give to you their twinkling light,

And with it goes a sweet good-night.