The Star

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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