Little Star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

Long I’ve wondered what you are.

I have seen your face so bright

From the front row every night.

And I’ve tried to catch your eye,

But you seem so very shy.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

You’re the brightest one by far.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

You’re all right, that’s what you are.

I am out a fifty, sure,

With a head that time may cure.

And the man who had me cold,

Was your son, so I am told.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

Now I know just what you are.

                                Joe Cone

July 26, 1900