from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)
#AmericanWriters #JewishWriters
Oh a little bitty termite you know… Well he walked right in sat right… You know he chewed out the walls a… But he kept gettin’ thinner and he… He said it’s plastic yeah he said…
It was nine o’clock at midnight at… When a turtle met a bagpipe on the… And the turtle said, 'My dearie, May I sit with you? I’m weary.’ And the bagpipe didn’t say no.
The honeymoon ended a decade ago, If he still loves her he don’t say… So she’s taking her blues to the… Getting little green buttons on he… Little green buttons all in a row
Oh the changing of the seasons it’… And though I find this balmy weat… There’s the wind come from tomorro… And I’m bound for the changing of… Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago and it…
There’s a polar bear In our Frigidaire– He likes it 'cause it’s cold in th… With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish
As I walk down to Bishop Street… Now she was young and pretty too And on a string she walked with a… Oh the Floobie Doobie Doo now wh… It’s not the doll with eyes of blu…
Whosever room this is should be as… His underwear is hanging on the la… His raincoat is there in the overs… And the chair is becoming quite mu… His workbook is wedged in the wind…
There once was a hippo who wanted… Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-… So he sewed him some wings that co… Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee… He climbed to the top of a mountai…
From dusk to dawn, From town to town, Without a single clue, I seek the tender, slender foot To fit this crystal shoe.
Well, my daddy left home when I w… and he didn’t leave much to Ma and… just this old guitar and a bottle… Now I don’t blame him because he… but the meanest thing that he ever…
How many slams in an old screen do… Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day?
She had to die. This Omoo knew. He also knew he could not kill her… Not even try to kill her. Those eyes. Would look at him. No…
An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things… Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly blo…
Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and than… Christmas dinner’s dark and blue When you stop and try to see it From the turkey’s point of view. Sunday dinner isn’t sunny
Someone ate the baby. It’s rather sad to say. Someone ate the baby So she won’t be out to play. We’ll never hear her whiney cry