{"author":"Shel Silverstein","author_id":"Shel+Silverstein","total_quotes":65,"quotes":[{"text":"The Little Boy and the Old ManSaid the little boy, 'Sometimes I drop my spoon.'Said the old man, 'I do that too.'The little boy whispered, 'I wet my pants.'I do that too,' laughed the little old man.Said the little boy, 'I often cry.'The old man nodded, 'So do I.'But worst of all,' said the boy, 'it seemsGrown-ups don't pay attention to me.'And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.I know what you mean,' said the little old man.","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["humor","old-age","poetry","youth"],"id":10356,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"},{"text":"Just Me, Just MeSweet Marie, she loves just me(She also loves Maurice McGhee).No she don't, she loves just me(She also loves Louise Dupree).No she don't, she loves just me(She also loves the willow tree).No she don't, she loves just me!(Poor, poor fool, why can't you seeShe can love others and still love thee.).","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["love"],"id":11641,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"},{"text":"She had blue skin,And so did he.He kept it hidAnd so did she.They searched for blueTheir whole life through,Then passed right by-And never knew.","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["fear","masks"],"id":21757,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"},{"text":"An oak tree and a rosebush grew,Young and green together,Talking the talk of growing things-Wind and water and weather.And while the rosebush sweetly bloomedThe oak tree grew so highThat now it spoke of newer things-Eagles, mountain peaks and sky.'I guess you think you're pretty great,'The rose was heard to cry,Screaming as loud as it possibly couldTo the treetop in the sky.'And now you have no time for flower talk,Now that you've grown so tall.'It's not so much that I've grown,' said the tree,'It's just that you've stayed so small.","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["poetry"],"id":23361,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"},{"text":"The baby batScreamed out in fright,'Turn on the dark,I'm afraid of the light.","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["bat","dark","fear","humor","light"],"id":25460,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"},{"text":"Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless. Christmas dinner's dark and blue. When you stop and try to see it From the turkey's point of view.Sunday dinner isn't sunny. Easter feasts are just bad luck. When you see it from the viewpoint of a chicken or a duck. Oh how I once loved tuna salad Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too Till I stopped and looked at dinner From the dinner's point of view.","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["empathy","food","food-for-thought","vegetarianism"],"id":26075,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"},{"text":"Why can't you see I'm a kid', said the kid.Why try to make me like you?Why are you hurt when I don't cuddle?Why do you sigh when I splash through a puddle?Why do you scream when I do what I did?I'm a kid.","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["humor","poetry"],"id":26241,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"},{"text":"If you are a dreamer, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin; come in! Come in!","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["poem","poetry"],"id":39771,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"},{"text":"Ourchestra:So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly.So I haven't got a horn-I'll play my nose.So we haven't any cymbals-We'll just slap our hands together,And though there may be orchestrasThat sound a little betterWith their fancy shiny instrumentsThat cost an awful lot-Hey, we're making music twice as goodBy playing what we've got!","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["children-s","humor","poems"],"id":41869,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"},{"text":"This boat that we just built is just fine - And don't try to tell us it's not The sides and the back are divine - It's the bottom I guess we forgot.","author":"Shel Silverstein","tags":["boat","relationship"],"id":52416,"author_id":"Shel+Silverstein"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":65,"pages":7,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}