In the sky so blue-black,
Where stars peek and giggle,
Lies a book that writes,
And scribbles what’s right.
Aliens, small and tall,
Write their names of wibble-wobble,
Next to flavors of dreamy cakes,
And icings that sip and bubble.
Do you know the flavor of shoelace pudding?
Or the scent of rainbow tickles?
Join the register, little space wanderer,
And twist your name into the stars.