When colours race across the sky,
Follow the rainbow, don’t ask me why.
Chase those arcs around the bend
To find those pennies at the end.
Toss a penny into the pond,
Make a wish before it’s gone.
And if the dream has thinned and faded,
Patch it up, my darling, make it less jaded.
Should a new desire start to burn,
Neither let it consume you, nor simply yearn.
Then, when the stars start to fall from heaven,
Don’t hide away inside your haven.
Stand up, make a wish upon a shooting star,
Fast! Before it falls too far.