Runny Babbit in the Green Woods

Runny Babbit by Shel Silverstein 

Way down in the green woods 

Where the animals all play, 

They do things and they say things 

In a different sort of way- 

Instead of sayin' "purple hat," 

They all say "hurple pat." 

Instead of sayin' "feed the cat," 

They just say "ceed the fat." 

So if you say, "Let's bead a rook 

That's billy as can se," 

You're talkin' Runny Babbit talk, 

Just like mim and he.

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A Giraffe and a Half, or Half a Giraffe

the Neck of a Giraffe

by Shel Silverstein

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The Parliament of Owls Will Now Come to Order

Nine owls swoop through the dark summer night forests of this bracelet, amid leaves and gemstones, moons, and magic.  They gather on this night for their annual parliament.  

It is the night when owls speak, and hear each others' tales of the year.  

It is a time to share recipes ~ rodent ratatouille, mouse mousse, bunny tarts...

They complain of witches who don't hold their familiars in high enough esteem, who only use them for spells and never ask their opinions, who admire their plumage but never bother discussing wiccan philosophies with them...

They congratulate colleagues who have starred in yet another Harry Potter film, and marvel about barn owls with live video feeds...

They bemoan the fact that, as nocturnal creatures, they miss all sorts of daylight activities, like swim parties and Sunday brunch...

They recommend favorite chiropractors who help them turn their heads further to compensate for their fixed eyes...

They compare feather designs, always in search of better sound abatement wing feathers...

They commission owl cobblers to fashion better slippers for their zygodactyl feet...

They practice make-up tips to make their beaks appear smaller...

...and plan ways of looking their best when swooping past a full moon on Halloween night.

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My Frog and His Frog Blog

My Frog Does Not Waste Precious Time

by Jack Prelutsky

My frog does not waste precious time

just sitting on a log.




He’s learned to use the Internet,
and now he has a blog.



It’s filled with tips on how to hop,
and how to catch a fly,



on things that frogs can do to keep
their skins from getting dry.

My frog has hints on where to find
the finest lily pads,



and writes in great detail about
the latest froggy fads.



He tells of different ways to croak,
and how to act in bogs…



it’s boring for most people,
but it fascinates most frogs.



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Flying Hippos Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-ho

Hippo's Hope

by Shel Silverstein

There once was a hippo who wanted to fly --

Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-ho.

So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky --

Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go.

He climbed to the top of a mountain of snow --

Snow-hi-dee, slow-hi-dee, oh-hi-dee-hoo.

With the clouds high above and the sea down below --

Where-hi-dee, there-hi-dee, scare-hi-dee-boo.

(Happy ending)

And he flipped and he flapped and he bellowed so loud --

Now-hi-dee, loud-hi-dee, proud-hi-dee-poop.

And he sailed like an eagle, off into the clouds --

High-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, bye-hi-dee-boop.

(Unhappy ending)

And he leaped like a frog and he fell like a stone --

Stone-hi-dee, lone-hi-dee, own-hi-dee-flop.

And he crashed and he drowned and broke all his bones --

Bones-hi-dee, moans-hi-dee, groans-hi-dee-glop.

(Chicken ending)

He looked up at the sky and looked down at the sea --

Sea-hi-dee, free-hi-dee, whee-hi-dee-way.

And he turned and went home and had cookies and tea --

That's hi-dee, all hi-dee, I have to say.

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