Walking the Planks

Wish upon a shooting star!

ABOUT FACE

Oh the deep and happy joy,

to learn a skill and then employ,

With my brothers all so near,

and those as fathers will hold me dear,

As we grow in roles or else,

company trade our souls like pelts,

So make me true and take me whole,

a purpose is all of life I'm told,

In all I see today and past,

with fame it's more and sure to last,

When as a star up in the ranks,

my feet are held by sturdy planks.