I crafted some bamboo into

A ladder to reach a star

But halfway there they all ran out

I didn't get that far

So instead I weaved some grapevines

To lasso the moon and form a swing

Will you come and sit beside me?

And listen while I sing

I'll hold your hand so softly

While we're swinging way up high

You can wish upon a shooting star

As it passes, hurtling by

And you can wonder at the planets

And hear my words in verse

I'll regale of how they revolve around you

The centre of my universe