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A Light in the Attic Shel SilversteinA LIGHT IN THE ATTIC There's a light on in the attic Though the house is dark an. A light in the o Attic Shel Silverstein Special Edition HARPER An Imprint of HarperCollinsPiyb//s/?e/'s The family of Shel Silverstein is pleased to share 12 new. Shel Silverstein - A Light in the Attic - Ebook download as PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or read book online. Book.

She was opening up her umbrella, She thought it was going to rain, When we all heard a snap Like the clap of a trap And we never have seen her again. And it tattooed a message I can't let you see That spells out. Climbing on the morning bus She'd shove right by all of us And there'd be a tiff or a fight or a fuss When Pamela Purse yelled, "Ladies first. Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess? So send off for two brand-new parents And you'll be as happy as little Clarence. He leans back, opens up his mouth.

They broke loose and away they flew. That's a conversation. If we argue. If we stop and talk awhile. If you ask me how I feel. If later we apologize.

Is that exaggeration? Her feet couldn't reach the floor. When her hands could finally reach the keys. If we help each other home. That's reconciliation. And if I say this is a wonderful poem. And her feet could reach the floor. That's cooperation. And all these ations added up Make civilization.

But her hands couldn't reach the keys. A piece of piano music is propped in front of her. And now my uncle's mad! Her fingers are on the keys but her feet are dangling. On top of the piano is a plant. Turned out. Can you stay in that ol' saddle. She didn't want to play that ol' piano anymore.

I'll just sit up here and whistle Till his strength begins to fizzle And he knows that I'm His master finally. Y ou can see me settin' easy. Y es I'll tame the buckin' bronco. Till your teeth begin to rattle? Can you whoop and bounce And stick upon his back? Can you ride the buckin' bronco While he's snortin' smoke and kickin' And your stomach starts to sicken And you feel as though Y our spine's about to crack?

At the edge of p. When we all heard a snap Like the clap of a trap And we never have seen her again. She was opening up her umbrella. There is an arrow from the line Here is me pointing to the feet. In the center is a large bucking bronco. Here is me. Here's the buckin' bronco. She thought it was going to rain. What do I do? This library book is 42 Y ears overdue. Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?

Or should we make a pet out of something less scary. Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse. Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house. Or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows. Like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry. And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly. Will they scratch an adult. Should you pet them. Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home?

Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry. Then loop it over a hick'ry limb Make sure the limb is strong.

Now pull yourself up off the ground And wait until the spring-Then swing! Apparently it is his moustache. From a branch at the top of the page hangs a long string looped under a boy's nose.

Lookin' at me as if to say. The only kind my folks would let Me get. He does smell sort of bad And yet. Right there between the red and the green. He absolutely never gets. The sofa wet. He's looking back at the hotdog with a not-too-happy look on his face. The strangest vet you ever met. To have a hot dog for a pet. Guess we're the weirdest family yet. He seems t o be wearin g one-piece pajamas] 77 [illustration: We have a butcher for a vet. He tried to be a dinner plate.

And thought about the other things That he might like to do. He tried to be an eyeglass. And sailed away to try and find Some new things he could try. But he got cracked and quit. He turned there in the sky. So the next time that they threw him. He tried to be a pizza. But got tossed and baked and bit. He tried to be a hubcap. But everybody knew him. He tried to be a UFO. But no one could see through him. But the cars all moved too quick. He tried to be a record, But the spinnin' made him sick.

He tried to be a quarter, But he was too big to spend. So he rolled home, quite glad to be A Frisbee once again. They said come skating; I'd done it twice. They said come skating; It sounded nice. I wore roller They meant ice. She has a cap on her head. Who's there? Me who? That's right! What's right?

That's what I want to know! Y es, exactly! Exactly what? Y es, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain! Exactly what on a chain? Y es what? No, Exactlywatt! I told youExactlywatt! Knocking on the door is a creature with a smiling face holding by a chain a very large blob with feet. What' s with you?

Exactlywatt--that's what's with me. Behind a door a face peeks out. Go away! Knock knock. But he just wasn't. And every time he told a joke. He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes. He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he did a trick. Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke. And every time he lost a shoe. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall. And he told them all why he felt so bad.

Everyone screamed. And every time he ate his tie. Everybody fell asleep. Everyone looked awfully blue. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny.

Everyone began to cry. And every time he stood on his head. Over mountains. And soon the whole world rang with laughter. Did everyone cry? Oh no. And after he finished his tale of woe. He told of Darkness in his soul. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold. The laughter spread for miles around To every city. Lasting till forever after. They laughed until they had a fit. They laughed until their jackets split. They laughed all day. Couldn't get used to it. Took it off. With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent.

While Cloony stood in the circus tent. A little too small--just a bit Too floppy. Didn't fit. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried. And he said. She's putting a ballet slipper on one foot. Felt neat. A little too loose. Nice and warm--knew it would. I tried on the dancer's shoes.

Not the kind you could use For walkin'. Felt good. Nature's clothes just fit me best. I tried on the summer sun. Under a large triangular-shaped floppy hat sits a person in shorts. Didn't feel right in 'em. Kicked 'em off.

Tried the grass beneath bare feet. Rolling along is a circle with a smile on its face. So a passing rolling circle Picked him up and took him there. Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet. Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes. I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud. And I'm tired! There's so little time and so much to achieve. Counting the toes on a centipede's feet. Warning the robins to not chirp so loud..

Pressing a leaf with the side of my face. I've been lying here holding the grass in its place. Sticking out from a lot of tall grass we see the legs and bare feet of a person. Timing the sun to see what time it sets. Were Dinosaurs and Plesiosaurs in prehistoric days. Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.

They fought the armored Ankylosaurs and wild Brontosaurus. I've been supervising the work of the ants And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants. And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths. Calling the fish to swim into my nets. Sharklike Ichthyosaurs and flying Pteranodon.

And all the brave and wild and woolly prehistoric people-They turned into us. Shrieking Archaeopteryx. The hands and feet of another small person. But anyway. Triceratops as well. Kronosaurus and treacherous Trachodon. Glyptodons and Varanids and hungry Plateosaurus. And those that I cannot pronounce. And it tattooed a message I can't let you see That spells out. I got stung by a bee I was just lyin' there.

Who sells you to a Ragged Hag Who wants you for her soup. And then she'll sneeze "Achooo. Always sprinkle pepper in your hair. I fear you'll never do.

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For then if you are kidnapped by a Wild Barbazzoop. She'll pick you up and sniff you. And you'll run away from there, And soon you will be safe at home a-sittin' in your chair, If you always, always, always, Always, always, always, always, Always, always sprinkle pepper in your hair.

He looks at me, and Friend, says he, Things ain't as sweet as they used to be. I can't get cool, I've drunk a quart of lemonade. I think I'll take my shoes off And sit around in the shade. It's hot! My back is sticky, The sweat rolls down my chin. I think I'll take my clothes off And sit around in my skin.

I've tried with 'lectric fans, And pools and ice cream cones. I think I'll take my skin off And sit around in my bones. It's still hot! His body, except for his face, is just the bones. There is a fan in front of him and a glass, empty except for ice cubes and a straw, behind the chair.

I tickled him And poked at him And dangled string in front of him,. Jim says he's dead. There's too many kids in this tub. But he just lies there Stiff and cold And sort of staring straight ahead. I just washed a behind That I'm sure wasn't mine. There's too many elbows to scrub. Channel 3's hard to see. Channel 10 is off. Wouldn't you like to talk awhile?

On a hill is a very large hippopotamus with. Channel 7 and Channel 8 -Just old movies. Channel 4 is just a bore. Channel 6 needs to be fixed. On the floor are puddles of water. Channel 2's just news. Channel 5 is all jive. Channel 9's a waste of time. With the clouds high above and the sea down below-Where-hi-dee.

He climbed to the top of a mountain of snow-Snow-hi-dee. And he sailed like an eagle. So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky-Ski-hi-dee. I have to say. And he turned and went home and had cookies and tea-That's hi-dee. And he crashed and he drowned and broke all his bones-Bones-hi-dee.

Chicken ending He looked up at the sky and looked down at the sea-Sea-hi-dee. Unhappy ending And he leaped like a frog and he fell like a stone-Stone-hi-dee. Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear. And pranced and partied all night long And sang their same old Whatif song: Whatif I'm dumb in school?

Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry? Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow taller? Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war? Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late?

Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants? Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems swell. Haven't you ever been pleased? Y ou used to complain That you had no fur coat.

With your chin in your hand. And now you complain of the fleas. On the top of the mountain. On the upside one person is pulling another.

On the downslope. Was it my imagination? Did I feel this mountain move? Did I hear it snore? One person is on the top of the cliff helping up another person who has climbed up the cliff. And your cradle too? I think someone down here's Got it in for you. Don't you know a treetop Is no safe place to rock? And who put you up there. From Rio an iguana came. Said the little boy. My Grandpa went to Myrtle Beach And sent us back a turtle each.

Now he's in India. And then he went to Katmandu And mailed a real live Cockatoo. A smelly goat arrived from Spain. Laughed till he fell off his stool.

The box looks like a large square animal and two eyes seem to be looking at the children. He got tickled by his mom. Laughed and rolled right out of school Down the stairs and finally stopped. Laughed and rolled right out the door. All the way to school and then He got tickled by his friends. Wiggled and giggled and fell on the floor. He got tickled by a toad. Tickled by the falling rain. Laughed his way right out of town. Tickled by the soft brown grass.

Through the country down the road. Till he got tickled by a cop. Past the mountains across the plain. And all the more that he kept gigglin'. He shrieked and screamed and rolled around. All the more the folks kept ticklin'. Tickled by the clouds that passed. Some people keep them filed down. Some people trim them neatly. I bite 'em off completely. I have never ever Scratched a single soul. The worm is under The ground is under The grass is under The blanket is under. The bottle is in The fridge is in The kitchen is in The house is in The town.

The bee is bothering The puppy is bothering The dog is bothering The cat is bothering The baby is bothering Mama is bothering Me. The diaper is under The baby is under The tree. Whistlin' and whirlin' and scurlin' away Like a worried old woman with so much to say. What a strange wind it was today.

What are you doing with those silly buckles on your shoes anyway? Cool and clear from a sky so grey And my hat stayed on but my head blew away-What a strange wind it was today.

Buckle my shoe. And that's why his face is A tangle of wires and steel. He'll sit and he'll wait Till his tusks are both straight-And then think how happy he'll feel! But meanwhile. The bosun he rants and he raves. When he calls fer boiled water And stomps down below An' gor' but he comes up shaved. Ol' Captain Blackbeard's shaved. And the whole scurvy crew Says. There's a chickenish stubble. The sea is a-roarin'.

And his ol' faithful parrot Can hardly bear it Since ol' Captain Blackbeard shaved. And his loud bawdy songs Seem a little bit wrong Since ol' Captain Blackbeard shaved.

And things ain't the same In the piratin' game Since ol' Captain Blackbeard shaved. When he shouts. Now no one is fearing his look or his lash Or his threats of a watery grave. To Spain or Maine or Africa If you just tell it where. Three other pirates with beards. A parrot above is screeching at him.

So will you let it take you Where you've never been before. Or will you buy some drapes to match And use it On your Floor? Bob bought a hundred-dollar suit But couldn't afford any underwear. And as for his suit or his underwear He doesn't think about them much.

Says he.

Some bread and cheese and a golden pear. It's all the same to the clam. For a hundred thousand years or more. Or use him for a hockey puck. And come every payday he pays his boss. And rides off a-smilin' a-carryin' his hoss. Spats Had twenty-one hats, And none of them were the same. And Mr. Smeds Had twenty-one heads And only one hat to his name. Smeds Met Mr. Spats, They talked of the Buying and selling of hats.

Spats Bought Mr. Smeds hat! Did you ever hear anything Crazier than that? With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, He's munching the rice, He's slurping the soda. He's licking the ice. And he lets out a roar If you open the door. When you see a ladder you will never walk beneath it. And if you ever spill some salt you'll throw some 'cross your back, And carry 'round a rabbit's foot just in case you need it.

You'll pick up any pin that you find lying on the ground, And never, never, ever throw your hat upon the bed, Or open an umbrella when you are in the house. You'll bite your tongue each time you say A thing you shouldn't have said.

You'll hold your breath and cross your fingers Walkin' by a graveyard. And number thirteen's never gonna do you any good. Black cats will all look vicious, if you're superstitious, But I'm not superstitious knock on wood. He has often been known to imprison His friends in the hold dark and dank, Or lash them up high on the mizzen, Or force them to stroll down a plank.

He will selfishly ask you to dig up Some barrels of ill-gotten gold. And if you so much as just higgup, He'll leave you to fill up the hole. He may cast you adrift in a rowboat He has no reaction to tears Or put you ashore without NO boat On an island and leave you for years. He s a rotter, a wretch and a sinner, He's foul as a fellow can be, But if you invite him to dinner, Oh, please sit him next to me!

I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor. I'd rather play Hurk than go to work. What's Hurk? I don't know, but it must be better than work.

If we leave it behind we'll be lost. If we haul it on board, we will sink. If we sit and keep talkin' about it. It will soon be too late for our trip. It sure can be rough on a sailor When the anchor's too big for the ship. Turn and squirm and try to reach it. Twist your neck and bend your back, Hear your elbows creak and crack.

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Stretch your fingers, now you bet it's Going to reach — no that won't get it — Hold your breath and stretch and pray, Only just an inch away.

Worse than a sunbeam you can't catch Is that one spot that You can't scratch. Every single thing I touch Turns to raspberry Jell-O. Today I touched the kitchen wall squish , I went and punched my brother Paul splish. I tried to fix my bike last week sploosh. And kissed my mother on the cheek gloosh. I got into my overshoes sklush , I tried to read the Evening News smush , I sat down in the easy chair splush , I tried to comb my wavy hair slush.

I took a dive into the sea glush — Would you like to shake hands with me sklush? Said little a to big G, "Without me, The sea would be The se.

The flea would be The fie. And earth and heaven couldn't be Without me. I keep it hidden from my friends So that they will not stare. It has a little twisty mouth, And yellow teethies, too.

It snickers when I hold my fork, It giggles when I'm blue, And laughs and laughs and laughs At everything I try to do. Just put in your homework, then drop in a dime, Snap on the switch, and in ten seconds' time. Your homework comes out, quick and clean as can be. Here it is — "nine plus four? Oh me. I guess it's not as perfect As I thought it would be.

Eight balloons with strings a-flyin'. Free to do what they wanted to. One flew up to touch the sun — POP! One thought highways might be fun — POP! One took a nap in a cactus pile — POP! One stayed to play with a careless child — POP! One tried to taste some bacon fryin' — POP! One fell in love with a porcupine — POP! One looked close in a crocodile's mouth — POP! Eight balloons no one was buyin' — They broke loose and away they flew. Free to float and free to fly And free to pop where they wanted to.

If you ask me how I feel, That's consideration. If we stop and talk awhile, That's a conversation. If we understand each other, That's communication. If we argue, scream and fight, That's an altercation. If later we apologize, That's reconciliation. If we help each other home, That's cooperation. And all these ations added up Make civilization. And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration? When her hands could finally reach the keys, Her feet couldn't reach the floor.

When her hands could finally reach the keys, And her feet could reach the floor. Turned out, it was an aunt eater. And now my uncle's mad! Can you stay in that ol' saddle Till your teeth begin to rattle? Can you whoop and bounce And stick upon his back? Can you ride the buckin' bronco While he's snortin' smoke and kickin' And your stomach starts to sicken And you feel as though Your spine's about to crack? She was opening up her umbrella, She thought it was going to rain, When we all heard a snap Like the clap of a trap And we never have seen her again.

What do I do? This library book is 42 Years overdue. Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child? Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests?

Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, Or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse.

Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly, Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?

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Or should we make a pet out of something less scary. Now pull yourself up off the ground And wait until the spring — Then swing! The only kind my folks would let Me get. He does smell sort of bad And yet. He absolutely never gets The sofa wet. We have a butcher for a vet. The strangest vet you ever met. Guess we're the weirdest family yet, To have a hot dog for a pet. So the next time that they threw him, He turned there in the sky, And sailed away to try and find Some new things he could try.

He tried to be an eyeglass, But no one could see through him. He tried to be a UFO, But everybody knew him. He tried to be a dinner plate, But he got cracked and quit. He tried to be a pizza, But got tossed and baked and bit. He tried to be a hubcap, But the cars all moved too quick. He tried to be a record, But the spinnin' made him sick. He tried to be a quarter, But he was too big to spend.

So he rolled home, quite glad to be A Frisbee once again. They said come skating; I'd done it twice. They said come skating; It sounded nice. I wore roller — They meant ice. Who's there? Me who? That's right! What's right? That's what I want to know! What's what you want to know? Yes, exactly! Exactly what? Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain! Exactly what on a chain? Yes what? No, Exactlywatt! I told you — Exactlywatt! Yes, it's with me! What's with you? Exactlywatt — that's what's with me.

Go away! Knock knock. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall. But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke.

And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed! And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep.

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And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown. Oh no, no, no. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after. While Cloony stood in the circus tent. With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. A little too small — just a bit Too floppy.

Couldn't get used to it, Took it off. I tried on the dancer's shoes, A little too loose. Not the kind you could use For walkin'. Didn't feel right in 'em, Kicked 'em off. I tried on the summer sun, Felt good. Nice and warm — knew it would. Tried the grass beneath bare feet, Felt neat. There's so little time and so much to achieve. And I'm tired! I've been lying here holding the grass in its place.

Pressing a leaf with the side of my face, Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet, Counting the toes on a centipede's feet. I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud. Warning the robins to not chirp so loud, Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes, Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.

I've been supervising the work of the ants And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants, Timing the sun to see what time it sets, Calling the fish to swim into my nets, And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths, And I'm TIRED! They fought the armored Ankylosaurs and wild Brontosaurus, Glyptodons and Varanids and hungry Plateosaurus. Shrieking Archaeopteryx, Triceratops as well, And those that I cannot pronounce, nor even try to spell. But anyway, they slowly turned to lizards and turtles and snakes.

And all the brave and wild and woolly prehistoric people They turned into us, for goodness' sakes! Oh, wouldn't it be a most wondrous thing To have a guitar that could play and could sing By itself — what an absolute joy it would be To have a guitar. For then if you are kidnapped by a Wild Barbazzoop, Who sells you to a Ragged Hag Who wants you for her soup, She'll pick you up and sniff you, And then she'll sneeze "Achooo," And say, ''My tot, you're much too hot, I fear you'll never do.

And soon you will be safe at home a-sittin in your chair, If you always, always, always. Always, always, always, always, Always, always sprinkle pepper in your hair.

He looks at me, and "Friend," says he, "Things ain't as sweet as they used to be. It's hot! I can't get cool. I've drunk a quart of lemonade. I think I'll take my shoes off And sit around in the shade. My back is sticky, The sweat rolls down my chin. I think I'll take my clothes off And sit around in my skin. I've tried with Tectric fans, And pools and ice cream cones. I think I'll take my skin off And sit around in my bones. It's still hot! Just lies on his back in the strangest way And doesn't move.

I tickled him And poked at him And dangled string in front of him, But he just lies there Stiff and cold And sort of staring straight ahead. Jim says he's dead. I just washed a behind That I'm sure wasn't mine. There's too many kids in this tub. Channel 2's just news. Channel 3's hard to see.

Channel 4 is just a bore. Channel 5 is all jive. Channel 6 needs to be fixed. Channel 7 and Channel 8 — Just old movies, not so great. Channel 9's a waste of time.

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Channel 10 is off, my child. Wouldn't you like to talk awhile? So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky Ski-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go. He climbed to the top of a mountain of snow — Snow-hi-dee, slow-hi-dee, oh-hi-dee-hoo.

With the clouds high above and the sea down below — Where-hi-dee, there-hi-dee, scare-hi-dee-boo. Happy ending And he flipped and he flapped and he bellowed so loud — Now-hi-dee, loud-hi-dee, proud-hi-dee-poop. And he sailed like an eagle, off into the clouds — High-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, bye-hi-dee-boop. Unhappy ending And he leaped like a frog and he fell like a stone — Stone-hi-dee, lone-hi-dee, own-hi-dee-flop.

And he crashed and he drowned and broke all his bones — Bones-hi-dee, moans-hi-dee, groans-hi-dee-glop. Chicken ending He looked up at the sky and looked down at the sea — Sea-hi-dee, free-hi-dee, whee-hi-dee-way. And he turned and went home and had cookies and tea — That's hi-dee, all hi-dee, I have to say. Whatif I'm dumb in school? Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?

One tried to taste some bacon fryin'--POP! One fell in love with a porcupine--POP! One looked close in a crocodile's mouth--POP! Eight balloons no one was buyin'-- They broke loose and away they flew, Free to float and free to fly And free to pop where they wanted to. If you ask me how I feel, That's consideration. If we stop and talk awhile, That's a conversation.

If we understand each other, That's communication. If we argue, scream and fight, That's an altercation. If later we apologize, That's reconciliation. If we help each other home, That's cooperation.

And all these ations added up Make civilization. And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration? When her hands could finally reach the keys, Her feet couldn't reach the floor.

When her hands could finally reach the keys, And her feet could reach the floor, She didn't want to play that ol' piano anymore. Her fingers are on the keys but her feet are dangling. A piece of piano music is propped in front of her, a little too high for her to see. On top of the piano is a plant. Turned out, it was an aunt eater, And now my uncle's mad! Can you stay in that ol' saddle Till your teeth begin to rattle? Can you whoop and bounce And stick upon his back?

Can you ride the buckin' bronco While he's snortin' smoke and kickin' And your stomach starts to sicken And you feel as though Your spine's about to crack? Yes I'll tame the buckin' bronco, You can see me settin' easy. Here's the buckin' bronco, Here is me.

In the center is a large bucking bronco. At the edge of p. There is an arrow from the line Here is me pointing to the feet. She was opening up her umbrella, She thought it was going to rain, When we all heard a snap Like the clap of a trap And we never have seen her again. What do I do? This library book is 42 Years overdue. Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child?

Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, Or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse, Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly, Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?

Or should we make a pet out of something less scary, Like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry, Anyhow, you've been warned and I will not be blamed If your Wild Strawberry cannot be tamed. Now pull yourself up off the ground And wait until the spring-Then swing! From a branch at the top of the page hangs a long string looped under a boy's nose.

He does smell sort of bad And yet, He absolutely never gets The sofa wet. We have a butcher for a vet, The strangest vet you ever met. Guess we're the weirdest family yet, To have a hot dog for a pet. He's looking back at the hotdog with a not-too-happy look on his face. He seems t o be wearin g one-piece pajamas] 77 [illustration: So the next time that they threw him, He turned there in the sky, And sailed away to try and find Some new things he could try. He tried to be an eyeglass, But no one could see through him.

He tried to be a UFO, But everybody knew him. He tried to be a dinner plate, But he got cracked and quit. He tried to be a pizza, But got tossed and baked and bit. He tried to be a hubcap, But the cars all moved too quick. He tried to be a record, But the spinnin' made him sick. He tried to be a quarter, But he was too big to spend.

So he rolled home, quite glad to be A Frisbee once again. They said come skating; I'd done it twice. They said come skating; It sounded nice. I wore roller-- They meant ice. She has a cap on her head. Who's there? Me who? That's right! What's right? That's what I want to know! What's what you want to know?

Yes, exactly! Exactly what? Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain! Exactly what on a chain? Yes what? No, Exactlywatt! I told youExactlywatt! Yes, it's with me! What' s with you? Exactlywatt--that's what's with me. Go away! Knock knock. Behind a door a face peeks out. Knocking on the door is a creature with a smiling face holding by a chain a very large blob with feet, one eye, and a cap on its head] 79 [illustration: He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons.

He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick.

And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke. And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed! And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny.

And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after, While Cloony stood in the circus tent, With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. A little too small--just a bit Too floppy. Couldn't get used to it, Took it off. I tried on the dancer's shoes, A little too loose. Not the kind you could use For walkin'. Didn't feel right in 'em, Kicked 'em off. I tried on the summer sun, Felt good. Nice and warm--knew it would.

Tried the grass beneath bare feet, Felt neat. Finally, finally felt well dressed, Nature's clothes just fit me best. Under a large triangular-shaped floppy hat sits a person in shorts; all that can be seen of the person is her seat, legs, feet and hands. She's putting a ballet slipper on one foot; the other already has a slipper on it. Rolling along is a circle with a smile on its face; on top of it is a square, also smiling, and on top of i t , resting on its point, is a right triangle, also smiling.

There's so little time and so much to achieve, And I'm tired! I've been lying here holding the grass in its place, Pressing a leaf with the side of my face, Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet, Counting the toes on a centipede's feet. I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud, Warning the robins to not chirp so loud, Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes, Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes. I've been supervising the work of the ants And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants, Timing the sun to see what time it sets, Calling the fish to swim into my nets, And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths, And I'm TIRED!

Sticking out from a lot of tall grass we see the legs and bare feet of a person, apparently sitting; a small butterfly is flying nearby. They fought the armored Ankylosaurs and wild Brontosaurus, Glyptodons and Varanids and hungry Plateosaurus. Shrieking Archaeopteryx, Triceratops as well, And those that I cannot pronounce, nor even try to spell. But anyway, they slowly turned to lizards and turtles and snakes.

And all the brave and wild and woolly prehistoric people-They turned into us, for goodness' sakes! The hands and feet of another small person, apparently inside the skull, are sticking out of its eye and nose sockets. I got stung by a bee I was just lyin' there, And it tattooed a message I can't let you see That spells out. For then if you are kidnapped by a Wild Barbazzoop, Who sells you to a Ragged Hag Who wants you for her soup, She'll pick you up and sniff you, And then she'll sneeze "Achooo," And say, "My tot, you're much too hot, I fear you'll never do.

He looks at me, and Friend, says he, Things ain't as sweet as they used to be. It's hot! I can't get cool, I've drunk a quart of lemonade. I think I'll take my shoes off And sit around in the shade. My back is sticky, The sweat rolls down my chin. I think I'll take my clothes off And sit around in my skin. I've tried with 'lectric fans, And pools and ice cream cones.

I think I'll take my skin off And sit around in my bones. It's still hot! His body, except for his face, is just the bones.

There is a fan in front of him and a glass, empty except for ice cubes and a straw, behind the chair. I tickled him And poked at him And dangled string in front of him, But he just lies there Stiff and cold And sort of staring straight ahead. Jim says he's dead.

There's too many elbows to scrub. I just washed a behind That I'm sure wasn't mine, There's too many kids in this tub. On the floor are puddles of water, a bar of soap, and a frog looking at the tub. Channel 2's just news. Channel 3's hard to see. Channel 4 is just a bore. Channel 5 is all jive.

Channel 6 needs to be fixed. Channel 7 and Channel 8 -Just old movies, not so great. Channel 9's a waste of time. Channel 10 is off, my child. Wouldn't you like to talk awhile? On a hill is a very large hippopotamus with wings and aviator's goggles. So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky-Ski-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go. He climbed to the top of a mountain of snow-Snow-hi-dee, slow-hi-dee, oh-hi-dee-hoo.

With the clouds high above and the sea down below-Where-hi-dee, there-hi-dee, scare-hi-dee-boo. And he sailed like an eagle, off into the clouds-- High-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, bye-hi-dee-boop. Unhappy ending And he leaped like a frog and he fell like a stone-Stone-hi-dee, lone-hi-dee, own-hi-dee-flop.

And he crashed and he drowned and broke all his bones-Bones-hi-dee, moans-hi-dee, groans-hi-dee-glop. Chicken ending He looked up at the sky and looked down at the sea-Sea-hi-dee, free-hi-dee, whee-hi-dee-way.

And he turned and went home and had cookies and tea-That's hi-dee, all hi-dee, I have to say. Whatif I'm dumb in school? Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry? Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow taller? Whatif my head starts getting smaller?

Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war? Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late? Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants? Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems swell, and then The nighttime Whatifs strike again! You used to complain That you had no fur coat, And now you complain of the fleas. Was it my imagination? Did I feel this mountain move? Did I hear it snore?

On the upside one person is pulling another, and two people are pulling a third. On the top of the mountain, one person is standing. On the downslope, one person is sliding down; one person seems to have fallen headfirst into the side of the mountain; one person is standing looking at another who is wedged between rocks at the bottom of the mountain and a cliff. One person is on the top of the cliff helping up another person who has climbed up the cliff.

Don't you know a treetop Is no safe place to rock? And who put you up there, And your cradle too? Baby, I think someone down here's Got it in for you. Said the little boy, "I often cry. My Grandpa went to Myrtle Beach And sent us back a turtle each. And then he went to Katmandu And mailed a real live Cockatoo. From Rio an iguana came, A smelly goat arrived from Spain.

Now he's in India, you see-My Grandpa always thinks of me. The box looks like a large square animal and two eyes seem to be looking at the children. He got tickled by his mom. Wiggled and giggled and fell on the floor, Laughed and rolled right out the door.

All the way to school and then He got tickled by his friends.

Laughed till he fell off his stool, Laughed and rolled right out of school Down the stairs and finally stopped Till he got tickled by a cop. And all the more that he kept gigglin', All the more the folks kept ticklin'.

He shrieked and screamed and rolled around, Laughed his way right out of town. Through the country down the road, He got tickled by a toad. Past the mountains across the plain, Tickled by the falling rain, Tickled by the soft brown grass, Tickled by the clouds that passed.

Giggling, rolling on his back He rolled on the railroad track. Rumble, rumble, whistle, roar-Tom ain't ticklish anymore. Yes, it's a nasty habit, but Before you start to scold, Remember, I have never ever Scratched a single soul.

The worm is under The ground is under The grass is under The blanket is under The diaper is under The baby is under The tree. The bee is bothering The puppy is bothering The dog is bothering The cat is bothering The baby is bothering Mama is bothering Me.

What a strange wind it was today. What a strange wind it was today, Cool and clear from a sky so grey And my hat stayed on but my head blew away-What a strange wind it was today. What are you doing with those silly buckles on your shoes anyway? Buckle my shoe, shut the door, pick up sticks, next thing you'll be telling me to lay them straight. Nine, ten, a big fat. He'll sit and he'll wait Till his tusks are both straight-And then think how happy he'll feel!