The Little Men

To all the great dads out there—you light up our world.

The Little Men

There are little men, up in the sky,

But they're unseen. I'll tell you why:

They climb up to the stars each night—

It's hard to see them, in the light.

These little men—what do they do?

If you stay still, I will tell you:

When nighttime comes, they travel far,

To find, for me and you, a star.

These little men each hold a lamp;

They climb the sky upon a ramp

And carefully light the stars you see,

So they shine down on you and me.

When sun awakes and dawn comes round,

These little men don't make a sound,

But sweetly lull the stars to sleep;

Then down to earth again they leap.

So that is why you never see

These little men of mystery.

Now listen, dear, and listen well,

For one more secret I shall tell.

When sun comes up and moon goes down,

These little men come to our town;

You never know, who in your sight,

Goes to light the stars each night.