天涯在线书库《www.tianyabook.com》 《Where the Sidewalk Ends》 1 INVITATION If you are a dreamer,e in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hoper-er, a pr..ay-er, a magic bean buyer... If youre a pretender, e sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tal>es to spin. e in! e in! THE ACROBATS Ill swing By my ankles, Shell g To your knees As you hang By your nose From a high-up Trapeze. But just ohing, please, As we float through thbbr>e breeze- Dont sneeze. MAGIC Sandras seen a lepre, Eddie touched a troll, Laurie danced with witches once, Charlie found some goblins gold. Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf, But all the magic I have known Ive had to make myself. HOMEMADE BOAT This boat that we just built is just fine- And dont try to tell us its not. The sides and the back are divine- Its the bottom I guess we fot... I MUST REMEMBER I must remember... Turkey on Thanksgiving, Pudding on Christmas, Eggs oer, Chi on Sunday, Fish on Friday, Leftovers, Monday. But ah, me-Im such a dunce. I went and ate them all at once. 2 THE FOURTH Oh CRASH! my BASH! its BANG! the ZANG! Fourth WHOOSH! of BAROOOM! July WHEW! ICKLE ME, PICKLE ME, TICKLE ME TOO Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too Went for a ide in a flying shoe. "Hooray!" "What fun!" "Its time we flew!" Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew As higher And higher And higher they flew, Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Over the sun and beyond the blue. "Hold on!" "Stay in!" "I hope we do!" Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too Never returo the world they knew, And nobody knows whats Happeo Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. CAPTAIN HOOK Captain Hook must remember Not to scratch his toes. Captain Hook must watch out And never pick his nose. Captain Hook must be gentle When he shakes your hand. Captain Hook must be careful Openin saar>.dine s And plalying tag and p tea And turnin pages of his book. Lots of folks Im glad I aint-- But mostly Captain Hook! HUG O WAR I will not play at tug o war. Id rather play at hug o war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kissis, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins. ITS DARK IN HERE.t> I am writing these poeams From inside a lion, And its rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear. But this afternoon by the lions cage Im afraid I got too near. And Im writing these lines From inside a lion, And its rather dark in here. 3 OURCHESTRA So you havent got drum, just beat your belly. So I havent got a horn--ill play my nose. So we havent any cymbals- Well just slap our hands together, And though there may be orchestras That sound a little better With their fancy shiny instruments That cost an awful lot- Hey, were 藏书网making music twice as good By playing what weve got! FLAG Oar is for Alaska... Oar is for Nebraska... Oar is for North Dakota... Oar is for Mia... There are lots of other stars, But I fet whies they are. COLORS My skin is kind of sort of brownish Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But Im told they loe in th night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, But its silver when its wet. And all the colors I am inside Have not been ied yet. THE LOSER Mama said Id lose my head If it wasnt fastened on. Today I guess it wasnt Cause while playing with my cousin It fell of and rolled away And now its gone. And I t look for it Cause my eyes are in it, And I t call to it Cause my mouth is on it (Couldnt hear me anyway Cause my ears are on it), t even think about it Cause my brain is in it. So I guess Ill sit down On this rock A for just a minute... JOEY Joey Joey took a stone And knocked Down The Sun! And whoosh! it swizzled Down so hard, And bloomp! it bounced In his backyard, And glunk! it landed On his toe! And the..t> world was dark, And the wouldnt grow, And the wind wouldnt blow, And the cock wouldnt crow, And it always was Night, Night, Night. All because Of a stone And Joe. 4 LISTEN TO THE MUSTNTS Listen to the MUSTNTS, child, Listen to the DONTS Listen to the SHOULDNTS The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONTS Listen to the NEVER HAVES Then listen close to me- Anything happen, child, ANYTHING be. JIMMY JET AND HIS TV SET Ill tell you the story of Jimmy Jet- And you know what I telll you is true. He loved to watch his TV set almost as much as you. He watched all day, he watched all night Till he grew pale and lean, From "The Early Show" to "The Late Late Show" And all the shows between. He watched till his eyes were frozen wide, And his bottom grew into his chair. And his turned into a tuning dial, And antennae grew out of his hair. And his brains turned into TV tubes, And his face to a TV screeen. And two knobs saying "VERT" and "HORIZ." Grew where his ears had been. And he grelug that looked like a tail So we plugged in little Jim. And now instead of him watg TV We all sit around and watch him. ERALY BIRD Oh, if youre a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If youre a bird, be an early early bird- But if youre a worm, sleep late. SKY SEASONING A piece of sky Broke off and fell Through the cra the ceiling Right into my soup, KERPLOP! I really must state That I usually hate Lentil soup,藏书网 but I ate Every drop! Delicious delicious (A bit like plaster), But so delicious, goodness sake- I could have eaten a lentil-soup lake. Its amazing the difference A bit of sky make. Boa strictor Oh, Im beien By a boa strictor, A boa strictor, A boa strictor, Im beien by a boa strictor, And I dont like it--o. Well, what do you know? Its nibblin my toe. Oh, gee, Its up to my knee. Oh my, Its up to my thigh. Oh, fiddle, Its up to my middle. Oh, heck, Its up to my neck. Oh, dread, Its upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . . Fotten Language Once I sp.99ｌｉb?t>oke the language of the flowers, Once I uood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled i at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a versation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joihe g of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go? One Inch Tall Buy Shel Silversteins Poetry If you were only one inch tall, youd ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a g ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frighteni If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, youd walk beh the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, Youd swing upon a spiders thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. Youd surf across the kit sink upon a stick of gum. You couldnt hug your mama, youd just have to hug her thumb. Youd run from peoples feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write-- Cause Im just one inch tall). Rain I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I t do a handstand-- I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-- Im just not the same siheres rain in my head. Where the Sidewalk Ends There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimsht, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flrow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes well walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And well go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.天涯在线书库《www.tianyabook.com》