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Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .

Its up to my middle.

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

Oh, fiddle,

And his brains turned into TV tubes,

Grew where his ears had been.

And antennae grew out of his hair.

A flea would be a frightening beast

He watched till his eyes were frozen wide,

And you know what I telll you is true.

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

A piece of sky

A bit of fluff would be your bed,

And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.

Its up to my neck.

And all that I hear as I lie in my bed

Listen to the NEVER HAVES

And I dont like it--one bit.

Oh, if youre a bird, be an early bird

A bit of sky can make.

Anything can happen, child,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

Delicious delicious

I step very softly,

And joined the crying of each falling dying

Its amazing the difference

Broke off and fell

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

Its upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .

That I usually hate

(This poem took fourteen years to write--

Oh, dread,

in my bed.

Its up to my knee.

The place where the sidewalk ends.

And it would take about a month to get down to the store.

Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,

Right into my soup,

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,

And all the shows between.

Listen to the MUSTNTS, child,

(A bit like plaster),

And before the street begins,

And wear a thimble on your head

of the crickets,

By a boa constrictor,

And now instead of him watching TV

almost as much as you.

He loved to watch his TV set

Youd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.

If you were one inch tall.

So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--

And he grew a plug that looked like a tail

Im just not the same since theres rain in my head.

Listen to the DONTS

And his chin turned into a tuning dial,

But so delicious, goodness sake-

I really must state

So we plugged in little Jim.

And two knobs saying "VERT" and "HORIZ."

Till he grew pale and lean,

Well, what do you know?

And there the grass grows soft and white,

If you were only one inch tall, youd walk beneath the door,

A boa constrictor,

If youre a bird, be an early early bird-

Ill tell you the story of Jimmy Jet-

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

Listen to the SHOULDNTS

And it dripped in my head

Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,

A crumb of cake would be a feast

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

Buy Shel Silversteins Poetry

From "The Early Show" to "The Late Late Show"

I cant do a handstand--

To move a pen would take all night,

And last you seven days at least,

How did it go?

Oh, gee,

Yes well walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

KERPLOP!

Every drop!

Oh, Im being eaten

Lentil soup, but I ate

flake of snow,

Cause Im just one inch tall).

The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONTS

Youd run from peoples feet in fright,

Youd swing upon a spiders thread,

We all sit around and watch him.

And flowed into my brain,

Its up to my thigh.

I could have eaten a lentil-soup lake.

And his face to a TV screeen.

But if youre a worm, sleep late.

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

Oh, heck,

And shared a conversation with the housefly

If you were one inch tall.

How did it go?

Im being eaten by a boa constrictor,

Through the crack in the ceiling

Its nibblin my toe.

Once I heard and answered all the questions

And his bottom grew into his chair.

A boa constrictor,

And well go where the chalk-white arrows go,

You couldnt hug your mama, youd just have to hug her thumb.

The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.

I walk very slow,

Then listen close to me-

If you were only one inch tall, youd ride a worm to school.

And the dark street winds and bends.

Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I opened my eyes

To cool in the peppermint wind.

Oh my,

I might overflow,

ANYTHING can be.

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And looked up at the rain,

He watched all day, he watched all night

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