Invitation to Shel Silverstein

[Schwester]

Ich hab unheimliche Freude an den Kinderreimen und Geschichten von Shel Silverstein (The Giving Tree)...

Vielleicht ist es bei mir ja auch berufsbedingt, aber für den Fall, dass es da draußen jemanden gibt, dem das auch gefällt, poste ich nach und nach ein bisschen was...

Invitation

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

[Schwester]

Listen to the MUSTN'TS

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS,
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS,
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS.
Listen to the NEVER HAVES,
Then listen close to me -

Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.

[Schwester]

SMART

My dad gave me one dollar bill
'Cause I'm his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
'Cause two is more than one!

And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes - I guess he don't know
That three is more than two!

Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just 'cause he can't see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!

And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
Down at the seed-feed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!

And then I went and showed my dad,
And he got red in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head -
Too proud of me to speak!

[Schwester]

The Giving Tree

Once there was a tree...



And she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree...very much. And the tree was happy.



But time went by. And the boy grew older and the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."

"I am too big to climb and play", said the boy. "I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money, can you give me some money?"



"I'm sorry", said the tree, "but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy." And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away. And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time... and the tree was sad.



And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said,

"Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."

"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy. "I want a house to keep me warm," he said. "I want a wife and I want children and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?" "I have no house," said the tree. "The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy."



And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house. And the tree was happy.



But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. "Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play."


"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy. "I want a boat that will take me far away
from here. Can you give me a boat?" "Cut down my trunk and make a boat," said the tree. "Then you can sail away... ...and be happy."



And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy...but not really.



And after a long time the boy came back again. "I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you-- My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree. "You cannot swing on them."
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb."
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I wish that I could give you something... but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry..."


"I don't need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."


"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, "well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."



And the boy did.

And the tree was happy.



Shel Silverstein
(1932-1999)

[skao_privat]

Raucher sind Kinderschänder

[Schwester]

Pancake

Who wants a pancake,
Sweet and piping hot?
Good little Grace looks up and says,
"I want the one on top."
Who else wants a pancake,
Fresh off the griddle?
Terrible Theresa smiles and says,
"I'll take the one in the middle!"

[skao_privat]

Bumerang

War einmal ein Bumerang;
War ein Weniges zu lang.
Bumerang flog ein Stück,
Aber kam nicht mehr zurück.
Publikum - noch stundenlang -
Wartete auf Bumerang.

[skao_privat]

Aus meiner Kinderzeit

Vaterglückchen, Mutterschößchen,
Kinderstübchen, trautes Heim,
Knusperhexlein, Tante Rös'chen
Kuchen schmeckt wie Fliegenleim.

Wenn ich in die Stube speie
Lacht mein Bruder wie ein Schwein
Wenn er lacht, haut meine Schwester,
Wenn sie haut, weint Mütterlein.

Wenn die weint, muß Vater fluchen.
Wenn er flucht, trinkt Tante Wein
Trinkt sie Wein, schenkt sie mir Kuchen:
Wenn ich Kuchen kriege, muß ich spein.

[skao_privat]

Der Komiker

Ein Komiker von erstem Rang
Ging eine Straße links entlang.
Die Leute sagten rings umher
Hindeutend: Das ist der und der!
Der Komiker fuhr aus der Haut
Nach Haus und würgte seine Braut.
Nicht etwa wie von ungefähr,
Nein ernst, als ob das komisch wär.

[Karsten]

... ich hab auch ein:

Der Dichter, der Dichter,
der kriegt gleich was auf die Lichter!

(Brösel irgendwann in der 80ern)

[curly]

es war einmal und ist nicht mehr
ein braungebrannter tedybär.
er aß die milch und trank das brot
und als er starb da war er tot.

[KP]

Da muss ich doch gleich noch Heinz Erhardt zitieren:

Das Meer ist weit, das Meer ist blau
Im Wasser schwimmt ein Kabeljau.
Da kommt ein Hai von ungefähr,
Ich glaub von links, ich weiß nicht mehr,
Verschlingt den Fisch mit Haut und Haar,
Das ist zwar traurig, aber wahr!
Das Meer ist weit, das Meer ist blau
Im Wasser schwimmt kein Kabeljau.

[piwi-dd]

Rumpel, dipumpel,
in den Schacht fiel der Kumpel,

Schippe drauf,
Glück auf!

[guard68]

Ritze, Ratze, Rotze...

Finger in die ......


Fahrradkette

[KP]

Er würgte eine Klapperschlang
bis die Klapper schlapper klang

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Das Leben beginnt mit einer Zelle
doch manchmal endet es auch
- bei Strolchen -
in einer solchen!