When I am gone what will you do? Who will write and draw for you? Someone smarter--someone new? Someone better--maybe YOU! — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
When I was a kid I would much rather have been a good baseball player or a hit with the girls, but… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
I couldn't play ball. I couldn't dance. Luckily, the girls didn't want me. Not much I could do about that. So I… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“I cannot go to school today" Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, And I don't… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
Magic Sandra’s seen a leprechaun, Eddie touched a troll, Laurie danced with witches once, Charlie found some goblins gold. Donald heard a mermaid sing,… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
He has the obligation to society that any human being has. I don't think a satirist has any greater obligation to society than a… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
“Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans, Candy the yams and spice the… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
“Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond. Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin' comin' up glowin' Fruit of jewels all… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
“Ma and God God gave us fingers--Ma says, "Use your fork." God gave us voices--Ma says, "Don't scream." Ma says eat broccoli, cereal and… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
Ourchestra: So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly. So I haven't got a horn-I'll play my nose. So we haven't any… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
“Ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too never returned to the world they knew and nobody knows what happened to dear ickle me, pickle… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
I would hope that people, no matter what age, would find something to identify with in my books, pick one up and experience a… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
A spider lives inside my head Who weaves a strange and wondrous web Of silken threads and silver strings To catch all sorts of… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share
