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

THE BALTIMORE SUN

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

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