The Forgotten Starcounter

 

There once was a peculiar little boy

Who wasn’t human, who wasn’t a toy

Eyes of red lights and skin of steel

He was made to serve not to feel

 

He is working in the far end of our galaxy

Counting the stars for you and me

He counts in the day, he counts in the night

Although the darkness gives him a terrible fright

 

He likes the sun and its burning flames

And in its light grants the stars their names

Wonder why he is nameless himself

Let’s out a cry, but no one comes to help

 

He works in the dark forever unseen

He repairs and holds himself clean

He asks the stars if they have stories to tell

‘Cause no one else can do that so well

 

Time flies by, Time flies fast

In the blink of an eye 100 years have passed

Forgotten by his owner; The Great Agency

Still he is counting the stars for you and me