A man stepped onto a star,
Asked, “Can I have a blink?”
“You’ve had too much to think,”
Said the star, “Go to Mars.”
But the planet, dull and red
Had burnt out, gone to bed.
“All I want is a wink of light,”
Said the man to the sun,
Who replied, “Oh, thou person,
I don’t think you’re very bright.”
[Don’t look to me for a moral —
My insight’s fading, auroral.]
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