the kids found the dr. seuss shelf
at the library.
so many dr. seuss books i haven't read.
i didn't even know he wrote so many.
and fun to read.
i think i'll make up some new words today.
i'll keep you posted.
anyway, isn't it just like dr. seuss
to speak directly to me,
right to my heart,
i have been known to cry while reading dr. seuss.
i know, totally weird.
but, oh the places you'll go,
just gets me every time.
the kids look at me like i'm a freak.
mm just shakes his head.
this week we read
did i ever tell you how lucky you are?
preach it, seuss.
"when you think things are bad,
when you feel sour and blue,
when you start to get mad...
you should do what i do!
just tell yourself, duckie,
you're really quite lucky!
some people are much more...
oh, ever so much more...
oh, muchly, much-much more
unlucky than you!"
"poor mr. bix!
every morning at six,
poor mr. bix has his borfin to fix!
it doesn't seem fair. it just doesn't seem right,
but his borfin just seems to go shlump every night.
it shlumps in a heap, sadly needing repair.
bix figures it's due to the local night air.
it takes him all day to un-shlump it.
the night air comes back
and it shlumps once again!
so don't you feel blue.
don't get down in the dumps.
you're lucky you don't have a borfin that shlumps."
are you crying yet?
no? just me? oh.
"and suppose that you lived in that forest in france,
where the average young person just hasn't a chance
to escape from the perilous pants-eating-plants!
but your pants are safe! you're a fortunate guy.
you ought to be shouting, "how lucky am i!""
hold on to your pants.
xo, lucky duckie