Astronomy

After the sun has gone to bed,
The stars come out. All overhead
I’ve seen them twinkling. It was late,
For sometimes I stay up till eight.

If I stayed up till half-past ten,
I could n’t count them, even then.
But when the moon is shining bright,
Most of the stars keep out of sight.

And one night, when the moon was gone,
I thought I saw them on the lawn,
As if from out my window I
Was looking right down at the sky.

But that was ignorant of me:
They were not stars at all, you see,
But little flies that fly at night,
Each carrying a tiny light.