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 blazing sun,
Who replied “Oh, thou person,
I don’t think you’re very bright.
Don’t look up here for a moral.
Her eyes are blindingly auroral.”
