Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are;
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
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.
The Little Star
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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