A Light in the Attic

“Do a loony-goony dance 'Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain't been there before.”

“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?”

“If you have to dry the dishes (Such an awful boring chore)If you have to dry the dishes('Stead of going to the store)If you have to dry the dishesAnd you drop one on the floorMaybe they won't let youDry the dishes anymore”

“Somebody has to go polish the stars,They're looking a little bit dull.Somebody has to go polish the stars,For the eagles and starlings and gullsHave all been complaining they're tarnished and worn,They say they want new ones we cannot afford.So please get your ragsAnd your polishing jars,Somebody has to go polish the stars.”

“FROZEN DREAMI'll take the dream I had last nightAnd put it in my freezer,So someday long and far awayWhen I'm an old grey geezer,I'll take it out and thaw it out,This lovely dream I've frozen,And boil it up and sit me downA dip my old cold toes in.”

“One day he said, "I'll tell this townHow it feels to be an unfunny clown."And he told them all why he looked so sad,And he told them all why he felt so bad.He told of Pain and Rain and Cold,He told of Darkness in his soul,And after he finished his tale of woe,Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,They laughed until they shook the trees...And while the world laughed outside.Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.”

“There's a Polar BearIn our Frigidaire--He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.With his seat in the meatAnd his face in the fishAnd his big hairy pawsIn the buttery dish,He's nibbling the noodles,And munching the rice,He's slurping the soda,He's licking the ice.And he lets out a roarIf you open the door.And it gives me a scareTo know he's in there--That Polary BearIn our Fridgitydaire.”

“If we meet and I say, "Hi,"That's a salutation.If you ask me how I feel,That's a consideration.If we stop and talk awhile,That's a conversation.If we understand each other,That's communication.If we argue, scream and fight,That's an altercation.If later we apologize,That's a reconciliation.If we help each other home,That's cooperation.And all these ations added upMake civilization.(And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?)”

“There are no happy endings, endings are sad-so let's have a happy beginning and a happy middle.”

“It's all the same to the clam.”

“How much good inside a day?Depends how good you live ‘em.How much love inside a friend?Depends how much you give ‘em.”

“I keep meeting all the right peopleAt all the wrong times.”

“Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray the Lord my soul to keep,And if I die before I wake,I pray the Lord my toys will break.So none of the other kids can use 'em....Amen.”

“Standing is stupid, Crawling's a curse, Skipping is silly,Walking is worse.Hopping is hopeless,Jumping's a chore,Sitting is senseless, Leaning's a bore.Running's ridiculous,Jogging's insane-Guess I'll go upstairs andLie down again.”

“I'd rather play tennis than go to the dentist. I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor.I'd rather play Hurk than go to work.Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk?I don't know, but it must be better than work.”

“Sometimes I get so depressed'Bout what I haven't done.-NEVER”

“We can't find the cat,We don't know where she's at,Oh, where did she go?Does anyone know?Let's ask this walking hat.”

“When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue and orange with lavender spots?”

“How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends on how much you give 'em.”

“If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,We’d travel all over the land.We’d play and we’d sing and wear spangly things,If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,And we were up there on the stand,The people would hear us and love us and cheer us,Hurray for that rock ‘n’ roll band.If we were a rock ‘n’ roll bandThen we’d have a million fans.We’d goggle and laugh and sign autographs,If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,The people would all kiss our hands.We’d be millionaires and have extra long hair,If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.But we ain’t no rock ‘n’ roll band,We’re just seven kids in the sandWith homemade guitars and pails and jarsAnd drums of potato chip cans.Just seven kids in the sand,Talkin’ and wavin’ our hands,And dreamin’ and thinkin’ oh wouldn’t it be grand,If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.”

“I've discovered a way to stay friends forever - There's really nothing to it. I simply tell you what to doAnd you do it!”

“Here are the books I have not readThat I promised to read someday.And who knows? Maybe afterBaseball games, circuses and taking naps,Playing drums and building planes,Drinking Cokes and telling jokes,And playing spin the bottle,And watching stars and driving carsAnd getting married and working a jobAnd having kids and getting old,And getting fat and getting gray---I may.”