There is a blue star, Janet,
Fifteen years’ ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
There is a white star, Janet,
Forty years’ ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
Shall we ride
To the blue star
Or the white star?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful flight of imagination displayed in a song composed for a child. Thanks for sharing it here.