"Once there was a tree ... and she loved a little boy." So begins a story of unforgettable perception, beautifully written and illustrated by the gifted and versatile Shel Silverstein. Every day the b
A spider lives inside my headWho weaves a strange and wondrous webOf silken threads and silver stringsTo catch all sorts of flying things,Like crumbs of thought and bits of smilesAnd specks of dried-u
The missing piece sat alone waiting for someone to come along and take it somewhere....The different ones it encounters - and what it discovers in its helplessness - are portrayed with simplicity and
It was missing a piece. And it was not happy. So it set off in searchof its missing piece.And as it rolledit sang this song -Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' pieceI'm lookin' for my missin' pieceHi-dee-h
