(With all but one ticket gone, and no money to buy a bar, Charlie is desolate. Mr. Bucket tries to interest him in looking for shooting stars through the holes in the shack roof but Charlie isn’t interested. Mrs. Bucket comes home from the laundry as Mr. Bucket leaves to look for work. Both parents feel at a loss…)

[MR. BUCKET, spoken]
Well, there might be a hole in the roof, Charlie
But maybe we’ll see a shooting star and we can make a wish on it.​

[CHARLIE, spoken]
Don’t waste a wish on me.​

[MR. BUCKET, spoken]
Oh, Charlie…
(sung)
If your mother were here
She would say “that one’s Mars”
She would hang you the Moon
And then she’d bottle the stars

She would say “brush your teeth
Is that dirt behind your ear?”
You’d be dreaming if your mother were here

[MRS. BUCKET, spoken]
Evening, love.​

[MR. BUCKET, spoken]
Evening, love.​
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