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."