Last night I saw a satellite hit a star,
And it made me wonder, “Who the heck do we think we are?”
The little girl beside then asked her mother,
“Mommy, can I make a wish on the satellite, it’s kinda like a shootin’ star?”
I almost cried for this poor little girl,
Who lives in so much less of a world.
The little boy across the street heard the talk of stars,
And it made him ask, “Mommy, what’s a star?”
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