The Starmaker has a hard time, making stars every night.
Ain't got no time, no money but loves going about his duties.
Closely he watches space knowing of all Cosmos's edges and secrets...
He's the infamous harvester - catches stars with his lasso,
burying them like seeds of roses, pattering showers of sun making water his gold.
Waiting is his costly business. So much patience needed...infinitely patience...
'Blossom! My little flowers, blossom!'
So the tree of luck can grow out of planet's shell and the story will start again.