'Falling Up' Editor's note: Two poems (and drawings) from the collection "Falling Up" by witty wordsmith Shel Silverstein

Story Time

May 10, 1998|By Shel Silverstein

Noise Day

Let's have one day for girls and boyses

When you can make the grandest noises.

Screech, scream, holler, and yell -

Buzz a buzzer, clang a bell,

Sneeze ` hiccup ` whistle ` shout,

hTC Laugh until your lungs wear out,

Toot a whistle, kick a can,

Bang a spoon against a pan,

Sing, yodel, bellow, hum,

Blow a horn, beat a drum,

Rattle a window, slam a door,

Scrape a rake across the floor,

Use a drill, drive a nail,

Turn the hose on the garbage pail,

Shout Yahoo - Hurrah - Hooray,

Turn up the music all the way,

Try and bounce your bowling ball,

Ride a skateboard up the wall,

Chomp your food with a smack and a slurp,

Chew - chomp - hiccup - burp.

One day a year do all of these,

The rest of the days - be quiet please.


Pinocchio, Pinocchio,

That little wooden bloke-io,

His nose, it grew an inch or two

With every lie he spoke-io.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,

Thought life was just a joke-io,

'Til the mornin' that he met that cat

And the fox in a long red cloak-io.

They cried, "Come on, Pinocchio,

We'll entertain the folk-io,

On puppet strings you'll dance and sing

From Timbuktu to Tokyo."

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,

Got sold to a trav'lin' show-kio,

Got put in a cage by a man in a rage

With a stick to give him a poke-io.

So Pinocchio, Pinocchio,

Out of that cage he broke-io

To the land where boys just play with toys

and cuss and fight and smoke-io.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,

He finally awoke-io

With donkey ears and little-boy tears,

And his poor wooden heart was broke-io.

So back home ran Pinocchio

As fast as he could go-kio,

But his daddy, he had gone to sea,

So off to sea went Pinocchio.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,

He got quite a soak-io

When he lost his sail and got ate by a whale,

And it looked like he was gonna croak-io.

But Pinocchio, Pinocchio,

A fire he did stoke-io

Inside that whale, who sneezed up a gale

And blew him out in the smoke-io.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,

Next mornin' he awoke-io,

And he had no strings or puppety things,

And his donkey ears had disappeared,

And his nose ` surprise ` was the normal size,

And his body felt fine, not made of pine,

And he cried, "Oh, joy, I'm a real boy,

And everything's okey-dokey-o."

BY SHEL SILVERSTEIN. Used by permission of HarperCollin Publishers.

Pub Date: 5/10/98

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