Quotes by Shel Silverstein

We cant find the cat,We dont know where shes at,Oh, where did she go?Does anyone know?Lets ask this walking hat.

ENTER THIS DESERTED HOUSEBut please walk softly as you do.Frogs dwell here and crickets too.Aint no ceiling, only blueJays dwell here and sunbeams too.Floors are flowers - take a few.Ferns grow here and daisies too.Whoosh, swoosh - too-whit, too-woo,Bats dwell here and hoot owls too.Ha-ha-ha,hee-hee,hoo-hoooo,Gnomes dwell here and goblins too.And my child, I thought you knewI dwell here...and so do you.

POOR ANGUSOh what do you do, poor Angus,When hunger makes you cry?I fix myself an omelet, sir,Of fluffy clouds and sky.Oh what do you wear, poor Angus,When winds blow down the hills?I sew myself a warm cloak, sir,Of hope and daffodils.Oh who do you love, poor Angus,When Catherines left the moor?Ah, then, sir, thens the only timeI feel Im really poor.

And the tree was happy

I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you...You cannot roll with me, said the Big O, but perhaps you can roll by yourself.

Ourchestra:So you havent got a 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 orchestrasThat sound a little betterWith their fancy shiny instrumentsThat cost an awful lot-Hey, were making music twice as goodBy playing what weve got!

William tell, William tell,Take your arrow, grip it well,There’s the apple– – aim for the middle– –Oh well … you just missed by a little.

Make it so good and so clear that it doesnt need any further explanation.

Do a loony-goony dance Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That aint been there before.

Ol man Simon, planted a diamond. Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin comin up glowin Fruit of jewels all shinin in the sun. Colors of the rainbow. See the sun and the rain grow sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just ripenin in the shade, just ready for the squeezin into green jade wine. Pure gold corn there, Blowin in the warm air. Ol crow nibblin on the amnythyst seeds. In between the diamonds, Ol man Simon crawls about pullin out platinum weeds. Pink pearl berries, all you can carry, put em in a bushel and haul em into town. Up in the tree theres opal nuts and gold pears- Hurry quick, grab a stick and shake some down. Take a silver tater, emerald tomater, fresh plump coral melons. Hangin in reach. Ol man Simon, diggin in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one... real... peach.

RAINI opened my eyesAnd looked up at the rain.And it dripped in my headAnd flowed into my brain,And all that I hear as I lie in my bedIs the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.I step very softly,I walk very slow,I can’t do a handstand-I might overflow,So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.

There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun burns crimson bright,And there the moon-bird rests from his flightTo cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackAnd the dark street winds and bends.Past the pits where the asphalt flowers growWe shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,And watch where the chalk-white arrows goTo 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 knowThe place where the sidewalk ends.

He wasted his wishes on wishing.

Stand-up comics reflect less of a visual humor and more of a commentary.

I will not play tug o war. Id rather play hug o war. Where everyone hugs instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins, and everyone cuddles, and everyone wins.

To me, freedom entitles you to do something, not to not do something.

“How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give em.”

“The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds Ive known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone.”

“She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by - And never knew.”