Two large stars impaled themselves on Orion’s sword 
and then fell from the sky. 
They left little stars in their wake, baby stars that 
will ask themselves for 
the rest of their celestial life why and they won’t 
get a single, truthful answer. 
That is what happens when stars, even if they are 
only big stars to the little, 
baby stars impale themselves on Orion’s sword. One 
of the big stars used to sing to the baby star:
	Stars are the windows of heaven where 
	angels peep through.
	Up in the sky they keep an eye
	On kids like me and you.
	They cry each time we are naughty;
	Their teardrops are the rain.
	But when we're good they are smiling
	And they shine again.
	Stars are the windows of heaven where 
	angels peep through.
And then that big star impaled himself on Orion’s sword 
and every time the baby 
star hears Stars Are The Windows of Heaven, that 
little star cries and wonders, “Why, oh, why?”