You told me that you have Over one million hair follicles And I believe you. I do. But, if it’s okay, I’ve never counted To one million before. I heard it takes a really long time, But after I count all of the spots The hair grows out of you, I want to count all your freckles And connect them like constellations. You’re just like the universe to me And each freckle is a star. There are lots of stars we can’t See with the naked eye, But I want to find those too. If that’s okay.