Star Light, Star Bright (rewrite [play along!] )

Rewrite the end of this little rhyme:
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might. . .

Get on a jet for an overseas flight.
And where I’d go and who I’d see –
or whether or not I’d watch TV –
is something I can’t say just yet,
but I won’t wind up like Marie Antoinette.

And if the plane should crash and burn,
and my ashes wind up in a tarnished brass urn,
you won’t hear me go on with a rant and a ramble
about never going on a date with Ms. Naomi Campbell.

But truth be told I’m not quite sure
that a relationship with a supermodel wouldn’t turn out poor.
So until I know for sure things will be just right,
I should just stay at home and see the first star tonight.

And, yes, now I think that decision’s the best,
even though a life with no supermodel leaves me a little depressed,
but it’s all for the best so I’ll just hold on much tighter
to the idea of being a One-Minute Writer.