Little Star, little Star,
Come down quick.
The Moon is a bogey-man;
He’ll eat you certain if he can.
Little Star, little Star,
Come down quick!
Little Star, little Star,
Whisper “Yes.”
The trees are just niggers all,
They look so black, the are so tall.
Little Star, little Star,
Whisper “Yes”
Little Star, little Star,
Gone–all gone.
The bogey-man swallowed you,
The nigger trees are laughing too.
Little Star, little Star,
Gone–all gone.
(Katherine Mansfield)
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