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Oh summer night so bright
my heart is filled by your light
days so bittersweet
and nights so free, so free!

Moon in the sky so white,
by this heavenly father's might
silver fluffs of light curled
are spread all over the world. 

His children all around
smiling happy stars
with their voices sweet like chimes
are foretelling marvelous times.

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Frogs sat by a puddle
staring at the skies
young frogs being taugh by that
who is old and wise.

He starts his talk about the skies
the stars, the big bright holes
and astronomers we call men
who dig for stars like "moles".

He says that research of the stars
peculiar's in mood,
twenty million miles that they
just measure by one foot.

Let us for example say
- if we trust the mole -
Neptune's thirty feet from us,
Venus not one whole.

On the Sun he starts to talk
- the frogs just stare in awe -
three hundred thousand Earths could be
well fit into this ball.

The Sun serves greatly to us all
with beams of light, its smirk,
eternity to years it splits
says when it's time to work.

Comets, these are still a riddle,
he dares to say no more,
just that it would not be too good
to guess what we don't know.

Not all summon misery,
nor do they bring bad luck,
but story by knight Lubieniecki
in my head has stuck:

Once the land was struck by her
rays of light so bright
all men in a local tavern
got into a fight.

About stars you need to know
across the sky they're spread,
most of them are suns like ours
they're green, they're blue, and red.

If under a spectroscope
we put such a star's ray,
metals that have formed the Earth
are seen, that's what they say.

The frog goes silent, all around
whispering starts to grow,
the teacher asks its audience
what more they'd lie to know.

"We would only like to hear,"
one asks out of blue,
do any creatures live up there,
are any frogs there too?