Gliding and Whispering Dreams

Across the sky with a gentle whoosh, Starby glides by in a twinkling swoosh. Waving to meteors,

racing by fast. Sharing the magic the stars have cast, singing softly, glowing gold,

stories of the night unfold. In the dark sky's deep mystery, Starby shines with

gentle glee. When the galaxy grows calm and still, Starby drifts by a moonlit hill,

whispering dreams to every child. Gentle, glowing, sweet and mild.