Twinkle, twinkle little star, you are sitting up above way too high.
Come down let me touch your sides and make you smile.
Come let me tell you a story about one of the myths and legends of ancients.
There was a man named Lazarus, he was a mighty man in the land, a giant.
Many people feared him and thought him not human, but a dog.
Only the young maiden who said in her heart he was a god.
Come, little star, and I will show you where his bones were laid,
I will show you his famed jawbone, which my people now call to for aid.
Don't worry, my child, I walked this earth before he was born.
I know his story more than he does. From up above, I watched him form.
Aye! Twinkle, little star, you are not so little after all.
Yes, I am, now come let me tell you tales of men that stood tall.