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<strong>LISTEN TO THE MUSTNTS</strong>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.
<strong>JIMMY JET AND HIS TV SET</strong>
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.
<strong>ERALY BIRD</strong>
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.
<strong>SKY SEASONING</strong>
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,<var>藏书网</var> 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.
<strong>Boa strictor</strong><q></q>
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 . . .
<strong>Fotten Language</strong>
Once I sp<tt>.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?
<strong>One Inch Tall </strong>
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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).
<strong>Rain </strong>
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.
<strong>Where the Sidewalk Ends </strong>
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 <bdi></bdi>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.
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