A poem for children by Chris Duffett
There I was, minding my own blinkin business
When I was flung to another galaxy to shine
Up above the Sky so high, like a diamond in the sky
I wondered as a star, what are you doing God?
Moving me around, sent to shine on the ground.
I just hang there to twinkle twinkle little star
I looked down to see, what it could be that I was sent to beam upon
Why did I move? Perhaps to improve the lighting in a dark patch
To light a heavenly match
To show something oh so grand, like a bling palace or posh brass band
I just hang there to twinkle twinkle little star
So, what did I see as I shone around?
A dirty stable full of ox poop and all kinds of stinky goop
Sheep poop soup, mangy manger. Yuck!
I couldn’t believe, that I was moved millions of miles to shine above such an obscene scene
I just hang there to twinkle twinkle little star
Then I saw a couple wondering round, house to house B to B asking for a room
It was obvious she had a baby in her womb
That needed out ASAP
I couldn’t believe my blnkin eyes as they walked to the stable, the she
Gave birth to a baby boy, she really did!
I just hang there to twinkle twinkle little star
The baby looked unique, yeah still with all the nappies and cries
But I just couldn’t believe my starry eyes
He looked so good, peaceful and glowing, all knowing
He looked like a star…. How I wonder who you are?
Baby down below, that I have been sent to glow, upon
I just hang there to twinkle twinkle little star
As I hang up above, I see a scene of love
Worshipful, old shepherds with dirty rags
Run on in, bow low with simple gifts in their bags
Then a load of wise men too
Troop on in and step on the donkey poo
Treasures they do bring, Angels begin to sing
I just hang there to twinkle twinkle little star
I just hang there to twinkle twinkle little star