The Poet, Shel Silverstein
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Magical Eraser   She wouldn't believe This pencil has A magical eraser. She said I was a silly moo, She said I was a liar too, She dared me prove that it was true, And so what could I do-- I erased her! Merry...   No one's hangin' stockin's up, No one's bakin' pie, No one's lookin' up to see A new star in the sky. No one's talkin' brotherhood, No one's givin' gifts, And no one loves a Christmas tree On March the twenty- fifth. Who's Taller?   Depends on if the judge is fair, Depends how high the heels you wear, Depends on if they count the hair, Depends if they allow the chair.       Turkey?   Only ate one drumstick At the picnic dance this summer, Just one little drumstick-- They say I couldn't be dumber. One tough and skinny drumstick, Why was that such a bummer? But everybody's mad at me, Especially the drummer.   Maddie Stone