Bear In Thereby Shel Silverstein There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-- He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, He's munching the rice, He's slurping the...
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It's Dark in Hereby Shel Silverstein I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it's rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear. But this afternoon by the lion's cage I'm afraid I got too near. And I'm writing these lines From inside ...
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‘Needles and Pins’ by Shel Silverstein is a simple light-hearted children’s poem that depicts a need for new experiences through musical language.
The Little Boy and the Old Man by Shel Silverstein - Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet
Weird-Bird by Shel Silverstein - Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north, Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', Cold hea
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The words of another poem form the neck of a giraffe. Silverstein often eschewed happy endings because children, he said, might otherwise wonder why they themselves were not comparably happy. He was credited for helping young readers develop an appreciation of poetry, and his serious verse ...
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein - There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And