Chimney sweeper

My friend cleans and repairs nuclear plants. He makes good money. Thorough a big hole he can see stars, so close, he can reach one, two, three, or whole bushel and bring them home to enjoy. At home they do not look so shiny when he polishes them. He mutters to himself: they must be made of some cheap metal. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 6/16/2010