And now instead of him watching TV
To cool in the peppermint wind.
ANYTHING can be.
Im being eaten by a boa constrictor,
He loved to watch his TV set
I opened my eyes
Cause Im just one inch tall).
A bit of sky can make.
How did it go?
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
KERPLOP!
And his bottom grew into his chair.
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Boa Constrictor
LISTEN TO THE MUSTNTS
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
in my bed.
He watched till his eyes were frozen wide,
If youre a bird, be an early early bird-
And all the shows between.
SKY SEASONING
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONTS
Oh, heck,
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Oh, gee,
A flea would be a frightening beast
Oh, if youre a bird, be an early bird
Listen to the SHOULDNTS
Im just not the same since theres rain in my head.
And two knobs saying "VERT" and "HORIZ."
Well, what do you know?
Delicious delicious
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
I walk very slow,
From "The Early Show" to "The Late Late Show"
A crumb of cake would be a feast
One Inch Tall
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
You couldnt hug your mama, youd just have to hug her thumb.
If you were one inch tall.
So we plugged in little Jim.
And his chin turned into a tuning dial,
Through the crack in the ceiling
If you were only one inch tall, youd walk beneath the door,
Youd run from peoples feet in fright,
Youd swing upon a spiders thread,
And he grew a plug that looked like a tail
Anything can happen, child,
And before the street begins,
Its amazing the difference
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
To move a pen would take all night,
And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
If you were only one inch tall, youd ride a worm to school.
And joined the crying of each falling dying
Its up to my knee.
(A bit like plaster),
Yes well walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And antennae grew out of his hair.
I really must state
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
ThatI usually hate
Right into my soup,
Forgotten Language
But so delicious, goodness sake-
Its up to my thigh.
And flowed into my brain,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
I might overflow,
Grew where his ears hadbeen.
And his brains turned into TV tubes,
Oh, dread,
And the dark street winds and bends.
Where the Sidewalk Ends
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
A boa constrictor,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
I step very softly,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
Every drop!
Buy Shel Silversteins Poetry
Its up to my middle.
But if youre a worm, sleep late.
Till he grew pale and lean,
flake of snow,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
I cant do a handstand--
Oh, fiddle,
Once I heard and answered all the questions
Lentil soup, but I ate
Ill tell you the story of Jimmy Jet-
Oh, Im being eaten
And his face to a TV screeen.
Broke off and fell
Listen to the MUSTNTS, child,
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
Its upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
Listen to the DONTS
If you were one inch tall.
Its up to my neck.
And shared a conversation with the housefly
And it dripped in my head
Youd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
By a boa constrictor,
And you know what I telll you is true.
almost as much as you.
ERALY BIRD
A piece of sky
And last you seven days at least,
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
I could have eaten a lentil-soup lake.
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
And looked up at the rain,
He watched all day, he watched all night
JIMMY JET AND HIS TV SET
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
of the crickets,
And well go where the chalk-white arrows go,
Rain
We all sit around and watch him.
And I dont like it--one bit.
Then listen close to me-
Oh my,
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
Its nibblin my toe.
And wear a thimble on your head
A boa constrictor,
How did it go?
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
