The Star (Blackwood)

Is it awf’ly far, That little star, Or just a candle I could handle And blow out puff When I’d had enough? If I were tall, Upon my toes Just where it goes

Along the wall, Couldn’t I pick it Like a ball at cricket Out of the sky? I mean to try. It can’t be far That twinkly star, It’ll blow out⁠—Puff! When I’ve had enough!