from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)
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From dusk to dawn, From town to town, Without a single clue, I seek the tender, slender foot To fit this crystal shoe.
Have you heard of tiny Melinda Ma… Who ate a monstrous whale? She thought she could, She said she would, So she started in right at the tai…
Oh the Crocodile Went to the dentist And sat down in the chair, And the dentist said, ‘Now tell m… Why does it hurt and where?’
Somebody has to go polish the star… They’re looking a little bit dull. Somebody has to go polish the star… For the eagles and starlings and g… Have all been complaining they’re…
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.
Come on, baby, grease your lips, Put on your hat, and shake your hi… And don’t forget to bring your shi… We’re goin’ to the Freakers Ball. Shake your mojo, bang your gong,
Some dummy built this pencil wrong… The eraser’s down here where the p… And the point’s at the top - so it… It’s amazing how stupid some peopl…
There are too many kids in this tu… There are too many elbows to scrub I just washed a behind that I’m s… There are too many kids in this tu…
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…
“Why can’t you see I’m a cat,” sa… “And that’s all I ever will be? Why are you shocked when I roam o… Why are you sad when I meow and I… Why are you sick when I eat up a…
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners
I went to the doctor– He reached down my throat, He pulled out a shoe And a little toy boat, He pulled out a skate
Agatha Fry, she made a pie And Christopher John helped bake… Christopher John, he mowed the la… And Agatha Fry helped rake it Now, Zachary Zugg took out the ru…
He’s the Twistable Turnable Sque… Stretchable Foldable Man. He can crawl in your pocket or fit… Or screw himself into a twenty-vol… Or stretch himself up to the steep…
The waitress with the orange hair… I gulp my coffee– burn my mouth– g… I smear a streak of mustard down m… And the guy behind the register ta… And looks at me as if I’ve blown…