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.
When I was 6 we lived in a house with an awesome climbable tree outside. I used to climb up every day after school and read until dinner. I had A Light in the Attic, Falling Up, and Where the Sidewalk Ends, and I must have read each of them at least 10 times that year. When I moved this month I could only bring about 100 of my ~400 books and I brought Where the Sidewalk Ends with me. It was a great choice because Shel Silverstein is a great writer.
He was a big part of my childhood too. My grandmother used to read the poems with me and eventually, I would sit around and read them on my own. It's about time I start reading them to my daughter.
It was a great choice because Shel Silverstein is a great writer.
He sure is. Did you know he wrote this song?:
Whaaa??? You just made my life right now. That's actually my favorite Johnny Cash song. Also a big part of my childhood. My dad and I used to listen to San Quentin Live all the time in his truck and we always sang along to this one!! "I tell ya, I've fought tougher men...but I really can't remember when"
I have a real soft spot in my heart for Shel Silverstein. We didn't have a lot of money when I was a kid - so even books were a luxury at times. I loved going to Tim Hansen's house so I could pour over Where the Sidewalk Ends. When I was older and had a job - I bought the books for myself.
I had an audio CD of one of his books, put me to sleep countless nights as a wee little pabs. I remember one about two kids who wouldn't throw out the garbage and it kept piling up. Shel Silverstein was a riot.