I've wished and wished and wished again
|That cricket sang a lovely song
you may remember well.
He said your wishes would come true,
his voice clear as a bell.
Yes, Jiminy could really sing.
He wore a top hat too.
He watched out for Pinocchio
whenever his nose grew.
That cricket may have been petite
but what a soothing voice.
The only problem with that song
was picking the right choice.
What star would grant a wish for me?
There are so many there.
I’ve wished and wished and wished again.
I’ve searched most everywhere.
But I can’t find that magic star
to make my dream come true.
I’ve searched all of the galaxy.
So what else can I do?
It’s been so long since I first tried;
I’ve given up by now.
I’m just a fool for listening to
a cricket anyhow.