They hide behind the guards of night
Running from the rays of light
The still, the fast, the large, the small
Heaven hopes they find them all
Milky-way, Whirlpool, Sombrero, Black Eye
Names we wish would blow our minds
Golden sparks is what we see
But red, blue and white are what they be
Our giant eye could see them all
The smaller pair may be too small
We wish upon them shooting stars
How we wonder where they are
Day will bring an invisible shield
But they still hover without yield
