Little, little star;
so little that is so far.
It is so high that I cannot reach,
please come with me and go to the beach.
We can gather some seashells,
and hear the little clung come from the bells.
You're my little best friend today
and its a very special day.
We talk about the Milky Way,
and after it we saw a little ray.
That ray comes from the yellow dwarf sun,
and you're happy with a little fun;
then your little mom is rises now,
and that's my poem so I can say now bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem