Wednesday, September 17, 2014

THE TOY EATER by Shel Silverstein


You don’t have to pick up your toys, okay?

You can leave ‘em right there on the floor.

So tonight when the terrible, toy-eatin’ tookie

Comes tiptoein’ in through the crack in the door,

He’ll crunch all your soldiers, he’ll munch all your trucks,

He’ll chew your poor puppets to shreds,

He’ll swallow your big wheel and slurp up your paints,

And bite off your dear dollies’ heads.

Then he’ll wipe off his lips with the sails of your ship,

And making a burpity noise,

He’ll slither away – but hey, that’s okay,

You don’t have to pick up your toys.

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