The two lovers lie abed,
a sun and a moon there wed,
while out in space, far, far away
shines a star for the child one day
over hillsides to run and play,
and he or she shall shine a star.
Shine not for what, but who you are.
He's the iceman
with his pick.
He's the Eskimo
who's going to prick
to glow warm.
To be relaxed,
or get pole-axed ?