A star crept in my room last night,

Through the window it did fly,

"Sorry, Sorry, little one,

I fell out of the sky!"

Poor little star,

Are you hurt in any way?

"No, no but now I'm here,

Maybe I could stay?"

Hm, just until the night does end,

Then you'll be on your way.

"Promise, Promise little one,

I'll be good to go!"

Last night I made a friend,

The little star said so.