I have a great job in the universe of occupations.
What do I do?
I'm a "star polisher".
I have a very important job.
Just go out at night and look at the stars,
Twinkling and sparkling,
You see, I'm a teacher.
The stars are the children in my class.
My job is to take them in-
In whatever shape they're in-
And shine and buff them and send them out to take
Their places as bright little twinkling beacons in the sky.
They come in my room in all shapes and sizes,
Sometimes they're bent, tarnished, dirty, crinkly, and broken.
Some stars are cuddly, soft, and sweet.
Some Stars are prickly and thorny.
I tell them that the world cannot do without them.
I tell them they can do anything they set their minds to do.
I tell them they can be the brightest, shiniest stars in the sky
and the world will be a better place because of them.
Each night as I look at the sky, I'm reminded of my very
important job and awesome responsibility.
I go and get my soft buffing cloth and bottle of polish in preparation
of tomorrow and  my classroom of little stars and
sigh a sigh of contentment.