I swear the stars that shine above
could make a grown man cry;
the twinkle that they boast each night
could turn the lion shy
and of the hare, the fox's pray,
make beast of brawniest back,
and of the fox make worthless mutt,
distracted from the track.
These stars I swear could bring
a tyrant, high upon his throne,
down to his knees in humbled state
to think more than his own.
A toad, or other beast of swamp,
made ugly by cruel fate,
would feel the breeze of beauty sway him
It's no exaggeration
that these stars are heaven's eyes,
windows made of glass so clear
from 20 yards you'd spot the lies!
For truly lustrous things they are,
laid all around night's sun
Wish I'd brought my fishin' pole,
'cause I'd like to catch just one...