Trinkle, trinkle little stars <br />How many there are in the sky! <br />Let the children try to count! <br />I remember this starry night. <br /> <br />Trinkle, trinkle little stars, <br />Seven children we sat on a bench. <br />Our little fingers point and count. <br />Sit close friendly and talk. <br /> <br />Trinkle trinkle little stars, <br />Talk about cowboy and a weaver stars. <br />They're lovely meeting once a year. <br />On many birds built bridge sing with quitar. <br /> <br />Trinkle, trinkle little stars, <br />At a quiet night only with stars. <br />Seven children we sat on a bench. <br />Our little fingers point and count. <br /> <br />Trinkle, trinkle little stars, <br />Oh honey, For your Love, <br />Mother can tell you different stars; <br />Your lover can swear towards the stars. <br /> <br />Trinkle, trinkle little stars, <br />Mom or beloved may talk with you. <br />Tell how many different stars, <br />For an ever love your honey can swear. <br /> <br />Trinkle, trinkle little stars, <br />How great you are helping love?<br /><br />Albert Wong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/starry-night-15/
