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Shel Silverstein: Someone Ate The Baby Shel Silverstein: Someone Ate The Baby Someone ate the baby it’s rather sad to say Someone ate the baby so she won’t be out to play We’ll never hear her whiney cry or have to feel if she is dry We’ll never hear her …

Shel Silverstein: Acapulco Goldie Shel Silverstein: Acapulco Goldie She was dancin’ when I seen her, in a Mexican cantina In a neighborhood they call ‘La Zona Roja’. She had a child’s smile, but she told me in a while It would take a lot of gold to get to know …

Shel Silverstein: Dreadful Shel Silverstein: Dreadful Someone ate the baby. It’s rather sad to say. Someone ate the baby So she won’t be out to play. We’ll never hear her whiney cry Or have to feel if she is dry. We’ll never hear her asking ‘Why?’ Someone ate the baby. …

Shel Silverstein: Cloony The Clown     Shel Silverstein: Cloony The Clown I’ll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown Who worked in a circus that came through town. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t funny at all. …

Shel Silverstein: Batty The baby bat Screamed out in fright, ‘Turn on the dark, I’m afraid of the light.’ Shel Silverstein Read also: Shel Silverstein: Bear In There

Shel Silverstein: Bear In There Shel Silverstein: Bear In There There’s a polar bear In our Frigidaire- He likes it ’cause it’s cold in there. 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, …

Shel Silverstein: Somebody Stole My Rig Shel Silverstein: Somebody Stole My Rig I’m haulin’ twenty tons of freight into New York state Started thinkin’ bout Mary Jane She lived over the hill I had an hour to kill I thought I’d get in out of the rain Oh my she …

Shel Silverstein: Rock ‘N’ Roll Band Shel Silverstein: Rock ‘N’ Roll Band 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 …

Shel Silverstein: Hector The Collector Shel Silverstein: Hector The Collector Hector the Collector Collected bits of string, Collected dolls with broken heads And rusty bells that would not ring. Bent-up nails and ice-cream sticks, Twists of wires, worn-out tires, Paper bags and broken bricks. Old chipped vases, half shoelaces, Gatlin’ …