28.        LITTLE STAR

Little starlight, little starlight,
why do you shine so bright, love light.
A thousand eyes to look at, what a sight.
I call on you my shooting star.

No flower can ever be so bright,
my heart at bounce, that's all right.
It seems still, yet not quite,
two galaxies are turning my head all right.

My stomach is a black hole
brightly lined with Quasar light.
Ho!, little starlight, my bright light.
I call on you my shooting star.