“Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein 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 crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
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 crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
To me, freedom entitles you to do something, not to not do something. — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
