...porque as melhores coisas nunca são de saber, não há quem as saiba dizer, são coisas de ser...







domingo, 5 de setembro de 2010

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too by Shel Silverstein









Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too
from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)








Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Went for a ride in a flying shoe.
"Hooray!"
"What fun!"
"It's time we flew!"
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.





Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.






Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Over the sun and beyond the blue.
"Hold on!"
"Stay in!"
"I hope we do!"
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.







Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody
Knows what's
Happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.








Shel Silverstein in Poems













Love shoes... they always fit on you...









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