I Could Spoil the Name of the Sun

I could spoil the name of the sun: Call it 'oven' before my son 'Furnace' brand it to change the fun Make kids meet it and long to run; Fall down and claim it did them stun; Stop its warm praises by a nun, Telling her the sun's faults a tonner. Dislike I the blaze of the sun Struck by it I would, sometimes, run My stares at the sun: pointed gun. I d simply hoped to down the sun. Detest I the cruel whips of the sun: Something it has done more than once, In its opinion a fight won And the deed as good as done....