It’s all the same to the clam.
SHEL SILVERSTEINIt’s all the same to the clam.
SHEL SILVERSTEINIf you are a dreamer come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tails to spin, come in, come in.
SHEL SILVERSTEINSo I’m all of the love that could make it today.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAnd the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.
SHEL SILVERSTEINWhen the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?
SHEL SILVERSTEINNever explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.
SHEL SILVERSTEINOnce there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
SHEL SILVERSTEINI know a way to stay friends forever, there’s really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, and you do it.
SHEL SILVERSTEINListen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’t, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAnd she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.
SHEL SILVERSTEINSometimes I get so depressed about what I haven’t done.
SHEL SILVERSTEINHe wasted his wishes on wishing.
SHEL SILVERSTEINMany leaves one tree.
SHEL SILVERSTEINOnce I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAre wild strawberries really wild?
SHEL SILVERSTEINIf you are a dreamer come in.
SHEL SILVERSTEIN