Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are.
I wonder if you’ll crack under pressure and return to your old, unshinny ways. If you’ll fold up and wait for Mama Star to come find you.
I wonder if the little time you’ve spent as a shiny star has gotten to your head and made you arrogant. Little Star, some days I really do wonder about you.
Do I wonder because I care or am I just a busybody? Little star, maybe you should beware of me. Do you ever wonder about? Or think of me at all?
The Making 