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, 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