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Top international reviews. What's with you? Exactlywatt — that's what's with me. Go away! Knock knock. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall. But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke.
And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed! And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep. And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown. Oh no, no, no. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after.
While Cloony stood in the circus tent. With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. A little too small — just a bit Too floppy. Couldn't get used to it, Took it off. I tried on the dancer's shoes, A little too loose.
Not the kind you could use For walkin'. Didn't feel right in 'em, Kicked 'em off. I tried on the summer sun, Felt good. Nice and warm — knew it would. Tried the grass beneath bare feet, Felt neat. There's so little time and so much to achieve. And I'm tired! I've been lying here holding the grass in its place. Pressing a leaf with the side of my face, Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet, Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.
I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud. Warning the robins to not chirp so loud, Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes, Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes. I've been supervising the work of the ants And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants, Timing the sun to see what time it sets, Calling the fish to swim into my nets, And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths, And I'm TIRED!
They fought the armored Ankylosaurs and wild Brontosaurus, Glyptodons and Varanids and hungry Plateosaurus. Shrieking Archaeopteryx, Triceratops as well, And those that I cannot pronounce, nor even try to spell.
But anyway, they slowly turned to lizards and turtles and snakes. And all the brave and wild and woolly prehistoric people They turned into us, for goodness' sakes!
Oh, wouldn't it be a most wondrous thing To have a guitar that could play and could sing By itself — what an absolute joy it would be To have a guitar. For then if you are kidnapped by a Wild Barbazzoop, Who sells you to a Ragged Hag Who wants you for her soup, She'll pick you up and sniff you, And then she'll sneeze "Achooo," And say, ''My tot, you're much too hot, I fear you'll never do.
And soon you will be safe at home a-sittin in your chair, If you always, always, always. Always, always, always, always, Always, always sprinkle pepper in your hair. He looks at me, and "Friend," says he, "Things ain't as sweet as they used to be. It's hot! I can't get cool. I've drunk a quart of lemonade. I think I'll take my shoes off And sit around in the shade. My back is sticky, The sweat rolls down my chin. I think I'll take my clothes off And sit around in my skin.
I've tried with Tectric fans, And pools and ice cream cones. I think I'll take my skin off And sit around in my bones. It's still hot! Just lies on his back in the strangest way And doesn't move. I tickled him And poked at him And dangled string in front of him, But he just lies there Stiff and cold And sort of staring straight ahead.
Jim says he's dead. I just washed a behind That I'm sure wasn't mine. There's too many kids in this tub. Channel 2's just news. Channel 3's hard to see. Channel 4 is just a bore. Channel 5 is all jive. Channel 6 needs to be fixed. Channel 7 and Channel 8 — Just old movies, not so great. Channel 9's a waste of time. Channel 10 is off, my child.
Wouldn't you like to talk awhile? So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky Ski-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. Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow taller? Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late? Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems swell, and then The nighttime Whatifs strike again! You used to complain That you had no fur coat, And now you complain of the fleas. Was it my imagination? Did I feel this mountain move? Did I hear it snore? And who put you up there.
And your cradle too? Ray of hopes above the thick and dark realities Nice poem.. It shows that were ever you are never doubt. I'm not going to lie, I am puzzled, is this a poem showing that there is hope where you are not expecting to find it, or is this supposed to have a scary intention?
Though a bit riddled, I am grateful to have read it; pretty interesting. Indeed we are all either looking out or in. Sep 29, N. Light rated it it was amazing Shelves: children-s-books , humor , reviews-by-mrs-n , banned-books , poetry. Why I love it: Really? This is a banned book? Somewhere, Mr. Silverstein is shaking his head sadly. Silly poems.
Its message is clear: use your imagination, laugh often and your life will be good. It promotes kindness, goodness and understanding. My Rating: 5 stars. View 2 comments. May 03, Elyse Walters rated it it was amazing.
I was introduced to the works of Shel Silverstein when my fourth grade teacher read Where the Sidewalk Ends to my class. Sadly, the author passed away not long after I discovered his poetry; still, he lives on thanks to his timeless works. This book has some crazy poems; between the zany words and hilarious illustrations, kids and even some adults are sure to laugh. Occasionally, the poems were crude, but only in a "PG" way.
While I was disappointed when I found out about Mr. Silverstein's lifes I was introduced to the works of Shel Silverstein when my fourth grade teacher read Where the Sidewalk Ends to my class. Silverstein's lifestyle--and, if you check out his Wikipedia page, you'll see why--that doesn't reflect on this book. Oct 25, Valerie rated it it was amazing Shelves: poetry.
Recently, I started re-reading A Light in the Attic with my younger daughter, who's four-and-a-half. I think when I first read it I must have been about eight or nine years old, because I remember reading it myself, and loving it.
I must have checked it out of the library about a million times. What's not to love? With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hair Recently, I started re-reading A Light in the Attic with my younger daughter, who's four-and-a-half. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, He's munching the rice, He's slurping the soda, He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar If you open the door. He does smell sort of bad And yet, He absolutely never gets The sofa wet. We have a butcher for a vet, The strangest vet you ever met.
Guess we're the weirdest family yet, To have a hot dog for a pet. Of course, she loves almost all of the poems. And I'd forgotten that the wonderful illustrations were also by Silverstein. One word of caution for parents reading to younger kids: some of the poems do deal albeit in a silly way with issues such as drowning in your own tears , getting kidnapped by a Wild Barbazzoop , and Ticklish Tom who unfortunately giggles his way onto a railroad track.
Small matters, surely, but good to know when you're reading something to your child that's slightly over their head in terms of age-appropriateness. It's nice to be prepared for the moment just after you've finished reading, and your little one turns to you and says, "Mommy, what's kidnapping? View 1 comment. Dec 16, Gauri rated it really liked it. I read a little bit from this book everyday to my younger brother this past week.
I can't remember if I finished this myself in my own childhood, but it felt like I read it for the first time, so I'll put this in the list of books I read this year.
This is a book full of poems about jokes or about little lessons presented in comical ways. It gets little kids thinking and gets them interested about deeper thinking. Definitely a must-read for children! View all 7 comments. Jul 29, Stephen rated it really liked it Shelves: childrens. One of those books that can be enjoyed by children and adults depending on how deeply you dive into the meaning of the stories. I simply tell you what to do And you do it!
But what do you do when the light turns blue and orange with lavender spots? A tendency to stare at the night sky, searching for a message that might be found up above. A lurching in the pit of the stomach, as if something much too sweet had been eaten. The ability to hear the quietest sounds--snails munching the lettuce leaves, moths drinking nectar from the overripe pears on the tree by the fence, a rabbit trembling in ivy-just in case he might be there, which was what mattered all along.
Real hunger, just to see him, as if this would ever be enough. BookQuoters is a community of passionate readers who enjoy sharing the most meaningful, memorable and interesting quotes from great books. As the world communicates more and more via texts, memes and sound bytes, short but profound quotes from books have become more relevant and important.
Wanting to record the group he walked into Regent Sound in Ny and explained to a sound engineer named Bill Szymczyk , the soon to be producer of The Eagles, that he wanted to make a record, but knew nothing about the process, Bill agreed to help. When finished, Ron played it for Shel, known as the writer of "A Boy Named Sue," which Johnny Cash parlayed into a hit, he was so impressed that he told Ron about a couple of films that he was writing the soundtrack for and that he needed someone to produce the music.
The producers, Shel and Dustin said "No". Un-relentless, Ron offered to pay for a showcase of the group on the condition that they all attend.
They all attended and they all agreed to use Dr. Hook in the film. With the help of producer Haffkine The group recorded two songs for the film: Locorriere sang the lead on both "The Last Morning," the movie's theme song, later re-recorded for their second album, Sloppy Seconds , and "Bunky and Lucille," which the band can be seen performing in the film. Haffkine felt that the film would not be a great box office hit but the soundtrack had a lot of momentum so he arranged a meeting with Clive Davis , CBS Records described in Davis's autobiography.
The film, released in by National General Pictures, received mixed critical reviews and did only modestly at the box office, but later became a cult film. He produced the soundtrack of the film featuring Silverstein songs performed by Waylon Jennings ,  and Kris Kristofferson. Silverstein and Dr. The album included their first hit, "Sylvia's Mother".
Silverstein continued to write songs for Dr. The album was listed in the Billboard in Hook would be finished! Clive told the label to release it. The Cover of the Rolling Stone was not their biggest hit, but it turned out to be the most significant song of Dr. They did and the Rolling Stone sent Cameron Crowe who later wrote and directed "Jerry McGuire" to do the interview, who at the time was their 16 yr.
Hook and the Medicine Show appeared on the cover of Rolling Stone.From New York Times bestselling author Shel Silverstein, the creator of the beloved poetry collections Where the Sidewalk Ends, Falling Up, and Every Thing On It, comes an imaginative book of poems and drawings--a favorite of Shel Silverstein fans young and old.. A Light in the Attic delights with remarkable characters and hilariously profound poems in a collection readers will return to again Reviews: 1K.