Star was a black stallion
In the days when geldings were few,

He had a white star just over his eyes,
How he came by it nobody knew,

Many a foal resembled him --
His amorous encounters were many,

But none of them carried their sire's mark --
There simply weren't any,

At last an Arabian mare produced
A colt with the feature so fine,

It shone as if plucked from Orion's belt,
The magnificent Star's true scion.

by D. Edgar Murray