Dorothy Parker - Star Light, Star Bright lyrics

Star, that gives a gracious dole What am I to choose? Oh, will it be a shriven soul Or little buckled shoes? Shall I wish a wedding-ring Bright and thin and round Or plead you send me covering A newly spaded mound? Gentle beam, shall I implore Gold, or sailing-ships Or beg I hate forevermore A pair of lying lips? Swing you low or high away Burn you hot or dim My only wish I dare not say Lest you should grant me him