Fi-Fi in Bed

Up into the sky I stare;

All the little stars I see;

And I know that God is there

O, how lonely He must be!

Me, I laugh and leap all day,

Till my head begins to nod;

He's so great, He cannot play:

I am glad I am not God.

Poor kind God upon His throne,

Up there in the sky so blue,

Always, always all alone...

“Please, dear God, I pity You.”