Shooting Stars Be Careful How You Explain Them

~Shooting Stars~ Persied is back, he travels every year they say, Why does he come to us? I heard a little child say Persied is a shooting star…the mother simply said Well why don’t they shoot him then so that he is dead? Don’t be horrible you don’t shoot things down At the fair ground - we shot arrows at the clown. We threw balls at the coconuts Hung ducks up by buy the neck What wrong with shooting stars now? Oh what the heck… What is wrong with you today? I don’t much like the things you say Well mum you tell me there’s a shooting star What if he shoots us where we are? I really don’t want to get shot I don’t care if he’s a star or not… Come here my funny little son The shooting star is not from a gun. Every year meteors pass by, Way up in the earth’s night sky Bits break off and fall to earth, They burn so bright…she smiles with mirth. You’re telling me it’s not a man with a gun But rocks that fall from near the sun? I don’t care how bright they shine What if they hit me from behind? Don’t worry son they will not hit you They burn up fast, that’s what they do. You tell me burning rocks drop from the sky For heavens sake please tell me why. It’s bad enough stars shooting now But burning rocks, now holy cow!!