Stranica 291 [291]
TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR. 285
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark:
How could he see where to go,
Tf you did not twinkle so?
In the dark blue sky you keep,
Often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Charley, Charley, stole the barley’
Out of the baker’s shop;
The baker came out, and gave him a clout,
And made poor Charley hop.