on frivolity

"What is it you're doing, young lad?", the old man asked with a chuckle.
"I'm pushing the sun over there," said the boy with glee
"And how is it you'll hold him down—with a buckle?"
"That's just what I had in mind. You'll see."

"When I was your age, I tried a belt; long as the Earth was round.
"Well, was it long and strong enough,
or did it snap(!) with a thunderous sound?

"I found it couldn't be pinned down, the Sun:
too hot and too far away."
"Yes! Exactly" said the boy
"and it returns at dawn each day."