When the stars play hide and seek,
They have to get out of view.
One of these stars you are not,
Which means I can still see you.

You're a star of grand beauty,
Though you're not comprised of flames,
You're the star who has a heart,
The special one my heart claims.

When the stars play hide and seek,
You're the one spectacaular:
That the stars are in search of,    
As they come from near and far.

OLLIE OLLIE OXCENT FREE,  
tHEY'RE SEARCHING FOR YOU SURELY.