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 peppermint wind.
We can’t hold hands – Someone might see. Won’t you please Hold toes with me?
I would hope that people, no matter what age, would find something to identify with in my books, pick one up and experience a personal sense of discovery. That’s great. But for them, not for me.
Tell me I’m clever, Tell me I’m kind, Tell me I’m talented, Tell me I’m cute, Tell me I’m sensitive, Graceful and wise, Tell me I’m perfect – But tell me the truth.
Runny’s Nicpic One day Runny Babbit Met little Franny Fog. He said, “Let’s have a nicpic Down by the lollow hog.” He brought some cutter bookies, Some teanuts and some pea. And what did Franny Fog bring? Her whole fog framily.
My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.
So I’m all of love that could make it today.
I know a way to stay friends forever, There’s really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, And you do it.
If you’re behind the times, they won’t notice you. If you’re right in tune with them, you’re no better than they are, so they won’t care much for you. Be just a little ahead of them.
Stand-up comics reflect less of a visual humor and more of a commentary.
How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live ’em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give ’em.
If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If youre a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!
And he didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere, because you really have to go somewhere, don’t you?
Each time I see the Upside-Down Man Standing in the water, I look at him and start to laugh, Although I shouldn’t oughtter. For maybe in another world Another time Another town, Maybe HE is right side up And I am upside down.
Don’t know where he’s going but sees where he’s been.
If you are a dreamer come in.
Ricky was “L” but he’s home with the flu, Lizzie, our “O,” had some homework to do, Mitchell, “E” prob’ly got lost on the way, So I’m all of the love that could make it today.
INVISIBLE BOY And here we see the invisible boy In his lovely invisible house, Feeding a piece of invisible cheese To a little invisible mouse. Oh, what a beautiful picture to see! Will you draw an invisible picture for me?
This boat that we just built is just fine – And don’t try to tell us it’s not The sides and the back are divine – It’s the bottom I guess we forgot.
Listen to the voice that speaks inside.