Star Light, Star Bright - lyrics

Star, that gives a gracious dole,

What am I to choose?

Oh, will it be a shriven soul,

Or little buckled shoes?

Shall I wish a wedding-ring,

Bright and thin and round,

Or plead you send me covering-

A newly spaded mound?

Gentle beam, shall I implore

Gold, or sailing-ships,

Or beg I hate forevermore

A pair of lying lips?

Swing you low or high away,

Burn you hot or dim;

My only wish I dare not say-

Lest you should grant me him.

• Artist:Dorothy Parker