Once, beneath a quilt of soft cosmic dust, the words began to dance.
They whispered stories of moonlit rabbits and stardust berries.
In our hearts, the stars painted songs of sleep.
Did you know?
Stars are like twinkly eyes in the sky, watching over us while we dream.
If you listen closely, they tell tales of worlds far away.
Sometimes, a little bird sits on a cloud and sings.
It sings about oceans made of jelly and skies made of candy.
Wouldn't that be wonderful?