Until… Cough. Erhm. Well. Your child isn't flying anymore so much as they're… well… not flying. Isn't this the worst thing ever to watch as a parent? Your child all snagged up there in a tree while everyone else flies by?
Hey. Speaking of which. Why is everyone flying on without your beautiful, amazing child? What kind of friends are these? The kind of friend who will never set foot in your house again, that's for sure. Learn the meaning of true blue, jerks.
As always, Seuss has such an intuitive grasp of rhythm. He employs two beats per line and an opening couplet, lending his message a matter of fact feel. This is just how it will be; no fancy rhythms or rhymes can make it any other way.