Chrissie’s Star

Every night at the top of the old pine tree
There’s a special star and it shines for me.
If I’ve been naughty through the day,
I’m so sorry it seems to say.

But if I’m good – and my star always knows,
It seems to twinkle from head to toe.
But of course, that’s something that God can’t see.
It’s a secret between my star and me.

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