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Shooting star The town was sleeping The sweeper was sweeping I went out for a walk And got a shock As I saw a moving light Shooting down the skies At first it was dim As it came closer It became very bright This gave me a fright I looked more closely But couldn't see it clearly As I was wondering Someone was shouting "Look there is a shooting star" Wow! What a sight! Moving with all its might! Glittering like gold! But it can’t be sold Nor can it be bought. A thought Ran across my mind Yes, the blowing of wind The perfect time Let’s shoot up Tie a rope To its tail Bring it back Take it to my shack I yelled my great plan out I heard people saying I was freaked out As I sat there embarrassed People stated uttering out their wishes to-be-granted Usurers needed money While the chefs needed honey Carpenters needed wood Poor needed food Fools needed brain while Farmers needed grain Police needed thieves In order to get promotion Suddenly there was a formation Of gloomy lips on everybody’s face As the shooting star vanished People went back To their homes and houses The town went back To the state of sleeping Sweeper resumed sweeping |