Acute Childhood Astronomical Paranoia

In the sky, a brightly shining sun is sending rays to catch someone, but 'neath the trees I swiftly run. Now, the hunt is taken by the moon, but she won't snatch me very soon. I peek from bed at that cratered goon, who, undaunted, does then recruit reinforcements, evil stars that shoot twinkles at me, in hot pursuit, but I'm laughing, oh so loud, stars in bed, sun behind a shroud. What's this - I'm chased by a cloud! Everything in the heavens, high, is after me, an important guy. Do you know the reason why?