Move Along Child

Time continues.

When it is time, the child will go.
look, there it is.
He runs across the sky, grabs onto it,
look, there it is,
He falls back down and sees it move to the gutter,

This time it will won't get away,
look, there it is,
Crawling now, he grabs on again,
look, there it is,
Gone from him, flying again, without him.

"Where's the stuff?"
Angrily with a hint of ignorance he says
"It stole it, it stole it all!".