Once upon a time a cloud, a little cloud
Gathered her friends together and began to say aloud
"Friends! We can't find God, isn't it odd?"
And they all agreed it was very odd indeed
To blow about the sky like a brainless seed
Something's really gone awry when older clouds over-simplify
When they say it's just another day
It's imperative we be somewhat more truly demonstrative
In becoming provocative
Our parents neglect God it's true, all their world is askew
They go about bickering and scheme of possessing things
As though they own us too and own all that we do
Yet they can't understand just how foolish it is to build a house on sinking sand
And when we cry they say "Oh My! You'll grow out of it soon and start singing a grown-up tune"
So the clouds made a vow, since the grown-ups had lost God somehow
They would pick something out that would keep them aware
That they could take with them anywhere
Like a lock of hair or a pair
Not an animal, or too big
So the little ones looked about and up and down and in and out and came up with a list:
They had a feather, eraser and string, pepples and pen-knives and pieces of things that they found in their pockets to spare and which they began to compare
But the shiniest object when looking them over the thimble was brightest and so they decided the thimble was rightest for taking along and for knowing God was thinking long, and of their every day
They knew they could find their piece of mind
Playing a game of tag or fame, they had to simply call out the thimble's name
Then one day the smallest
Cloud took a big fall and
Dropped the thimble from her hand
And God turned to sand
Just then a wise old woman cloud happened along
And she asked the little girl "What' wrong?"
And the little girl replied "God's gone"
But the older cloud knew right away
So she said to the little one
"Here's your thimble, I found it today"