When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is Spring — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share Image
“Dear Father, hear and bless thy beasts and singing birds, and guard with tenderness small things that have no words.” — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
We speak naturally but spend all our lives trying to write naturally. — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
“Nights and days came and passed And summer and winter and the rain. And it was good to be a little Island. A part… — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
A child's own story is a dream, but a good story is a dream that is true for more than one child. — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
I like dogs Big dogs Little dogs Fat dogs Doggy dogs Old dogs Puppy dogs I like dogs A dog that is barking over… — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
I wish I didn't have ever to sign my long name on the cover of a book, and I wish I could write a… — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
there seem to be times of reception and times of creation and it is perhaps difficult not to confuse the two. — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
In this modern world where activity is stressed almost to the point of mania, quietness as a childhood need is too often overlooked. Yet… — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon... — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
A good picture book can almost be whistled. ... All have their own melodies behind the storytelling. — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
Everything that anyone would ever look for is usually where they find it. — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers… — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
Quietness is an essential part of all awareness. In quiet times and sleepy times, a child can dwell in thoughts of his own, and… — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
There is a loving way with words and an unloving way. And it is only with the loving way that the simplicity of language… — Margaret Wise Brown Copy Share
