“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
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where 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
