by Lottie James aged 6

Starry night
Starry night
Up high
I can see a light.

When it’s morning,
Everyone’s yawning.
It’s too bright
for the stars to shine.

Except one star.
The biggest of all.
Burning, flaming, scorching hot

Sunny day
Starry night
Sunny day
Starry night.

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