Sparkle Plenty

One would think a lake, man made as she is, stocked with carp to keep out the dark, to be dead, but that's a sea bordering Jordan. This one is live, reflective even, and at a certain hour of morning, she's covered in diamonds, a Sparkle Plenty of Dick Tracy days. Remember Tracy? Tess Trueheart? Popular Comics? Well, Sparkle Plenty, it is, winter, summer, or fall, a particular bright spring in her a.m. step. How comes the scintillation here, I ask? and she says, It's all those stars, Dear. They have no place to go at sunrise. They sparkle plenty here, where the white birds come