A Story.

“Please tell me a story, Peggy.” “Well, then, and what shall it be? About a star or a fairy, Or children like you and me?” “Not children. I’m tired of children, They always do something wrong. I think a star would be better; Don’t make the story too long.” “Well, once a bright star was shining, ’Way up in the dark, night sky, And it had a little sister, That was shining too, close by.” And the moon was their own mother, And she said they must come in; But they said they didn’t want to. They’d like to see day begin “So they shone, and shone, and shone there, Till they had a great surprise: For up came the sun so brightly, That it most put out their eyes.”