When He drew me he said Oh!
It was a mistake his hands shook
He cleared his arms and drove close
Sparkling diamonds was all he knew
Why I was born I never knew
My existence was always a question to few
The thoughtful ones considered me afar
Small balls of sweltering warmth
Falling Shining Shimmering apart
All he knew was to finish his art
But when He glanced at his canvas from far
I had completed the picture at last
Thus was born a little Star!
Jumping Shining, Oh so luminary,