Early in the morning,
I sneak outside to lye,
And gaze upon the stars and planets,
That fill the clear night sky,
I lye and count their numbers,
All thier names ,I do not know,
But, Orion's belt is sparkling,
The three stars in a row,
I think I see Beatle Juice,
They call it Betelgeuse,
And seven sisters make a mirror,
That's called the Pleiades,
I do not see Taurus,
He's lost among the stars,
Buts Venus shines brightly,
Calling out for Mars,
I wish ,that I, could name them all,
But underneath moonbeams,
I fall asleep, counting stars,
And name then in my dreams.
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