Oh Baby

The stars of the night
 So big and so bright
The Stars of the day, how they play

Upon our minds and entwined in the sences, of the day
They guide us through the lives we choose and yet 
Is there a way to be like them?

If only upon the darkened skies of night
On which they are displayed
But, yet again they are so close to the silvery screens
and shown in sparkling lights

They that imitate us; and that which concerns us
Our dismays, our pleasures and their sins
Oh the stars of the night and the Stars of the day

Some so bright and others just plain dim
None the less they point the way
To shine like them, to float about as they do
To be afforded as there are

Among these celestail beings is where I long to be
To reside in HOLLYWOOD; maybe
But, baby among the stars, that is truly
where I wish to be

Ten tiny toes; ten little fingers too
 Curious mind never enough time
Little one, you would not be here now
If I did not pay homage to these Stars

Toasting them insanely and tossing back a few
 Here is where I met your mother; she was a shinning star to me
[A simple coat-check girl ]
Who smashed my Top-Hat and ripped my Tails

A shock and surpise, a little rise
Nine months later, there was you
Our little Star

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man