On the fourth planet/lived a businessman/who counted stars/so that he could own them all.//
The businessman said,/“When you discover an island/that belongs to nobody,/it is yours.//
So with me,/I own the stars/because nobody else before me/ever thought of owning them,”/and he wrote the number on a little paper,/and then put that paper in a drawer/and locked it with a key.//
The little prince said to the businessman,/“I own a flower/which I watered every day/and three volcanoes/which I cleaned out every week.//
It is of some use to my volcanoes and my flower/that I own them.//
But you are of no use to the stars....”//
the little prince said to himself/as he continued on his journey.//
On the fifth planet,/the smallest one of all,/lived a man/who lit a lamp.//
His planet rotated every minute,/so,/following orders,/he was always lighting his lamp/then putting it out.//
As the little prince watched him,/he felt/that he loved this lamplighter/who was so faithful to his orders.//
Continuing on his journey,/the little prince said to himself,/“That man would be scorned by all the others:/by the king,/by the conceited man,/by the drunkard,/by the businessman.//
Nevertheless,/he is the only one of them all/who does not seem to me ridiculous.//
Perhaps that is because/he is thinking of something else/besides himself.”//
However,/the little prince realized/this planet was too small/and that there was not enough room on it/for two people.//
Giving a sigh of regret,/he continued on his journey.//
On the sixth planet/lived a geographer/who drew maps,/but he never traveled.//
The geographer said/that he was not an explorer.//
It was not his job to go out and count/the towns,/rivers,/mountains,/seas,/oceans and deserts.//
The geographer was much too important to wander about.//and asked about where the little prince lived. //and asked the geographer/what place he would advise him to visit.//
“The planet Earth,”/replied the geographer.//
“It has a good reputation.”//