Please, yes, do wish upon every falling star, but not of those spilled from a jar.

Apocryphal are their untrustworthy grants with promises kept just by chance.

Such spent pents will your hand only flood a hydroperiod of hopes in mud.

Fatherkin say shiny tactiles are just as true, but mothers know best for you.

Trust, instead, Lilliputian blinks of the sky as they lift your dreams up to high. ; )