I made myself a snowballAs perfect as can be.I thought I'd keep it as a pet,And let it sleep with me.I made it some pajamasAnd a pillow for it's head.
Tell my 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 WiseTell me I'm perfect--But tell me the TRUTH.
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.
If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet,write it.
I asked the Zebra, are you black with white stripes? Or white with black stripes? And the zebra asked me, Are you good with bad habits?Or are you bad with good habits?Are you noisy with quiet times? O...
Followin’ the trail on the old treasure map,I came to the spot that said Dig right here.And four feet down my spade struck woodJust where the map said a chest would appear.But carved in the side were...
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 bloomedThe oak tree grew so highThat now it spoke...
Anything is possible. Anything can be.
Where the Sidewalk EndsShel SilversteinThere is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun burns crimson bright,And there th...
When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?
When I am gone what will you do?Who will write and draw for you?Someone smarter-someone new?Someone better-maybe YOU!
We can't hold handsSomeone might see.Won't you pleaseHold toes with me?
There are no happy endings.Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middleAnd a very happy start.
The VoiceNo teacher, preacher, parent, friendOr wise man can decideWhat's right for you - just listen toThe voice that speaks inside.
So I'm all of love that could make it today.
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia StoutWould not take the garbage out!She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,Candy the yams and spice the hams,And though her daddy would scream and shout,She simply would not tak...
Pirate Captain JimWalk the plank, says Pirate JimBut Captain Jim, I cannot swim.Then you must steer us through the gale.But Captain Jim, I cannot sail.Then down with the galley slaves you go.But Capta...
One picture puzzle pieceLyin' on the sidewalk,One picture puzzle pieceSoakin' in the rain.It might be a button of blueOn the coat of the womanWho lived in a shoe.It might be a magical bean,Or a fold i...
My beard grows down to my toes,I never wears no clothes,I wraps my hairAround my bare,And down the road I goes.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackAnd the dark street winds and bends.Past the pits where the asphalt flowers growWe shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,