Somebody Has To

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 gulls

Have all been complaining they’re tarnished and worn,

They say they want new ones we cannot afford.

So please get your rags

And your polishing jars,

Somebody has to go polish the stars.

~Shel Silverstein

Something Missing

I remember I put on my socks,

I remember I put on my shoes.

I remember I put on my tie

That was printed

In beautiful purples and blues.

I remember I put on my coat,

To look perfectly grand at the dance,

Yet I feel there is something

I may have forgot—

What is it? What is it? . . .

~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 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 band,

Then 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 sand

With homemade guitars and pails and jars

And 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.

~Shel Silverstein

Monsters I’ve Met

I met a ghost, but he didn’t want my head,

He only wanted to know the way to Denver.

I met a devil, but he didn’t want my soul,

He only wanted to borrow my bike awhile.

I met a vampire, but he didn’t want my blood,

He only wanted two nickles for a dime.

I keep meeting all the right people—

At all the wrong times.

~Shel Silverstein

Picture Puzzle Piece

One picture puzzle piece

Lyin’ on the sidewalk,

One picture puzzle piece

Soakin’ in the rain.

It might be a button of blue

On the coat of the woman

Who lived in a shoe.

It might be a magical bean,

Or a fold in the red

Velvet robe of a queen.

It might be the one little bite

Of the apple her stepmother

Gave to Snow White.

It might be the veil of a bride

Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.

It might be a small tuft of hair

On the big bouncy belly

Of Bobo the Bear.

It might be a bit of the cloak

Of the Witch of the West

As she melted to smoke.

It might be a shadowy trace

Of a tear that runs down an angel’s face.

Nothing has more possibilities

Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

~Shel Silverstein