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| − | * <b>Author:</b> [[Shel Silverstein]]
| + | #REDIRECT [[Text "The nap taker" (Shel Silverstein)]] |
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| − | From the book <i>Falling up</i> (1996).
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| − | ==Text==
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| − | : No - I did not take a nap -
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| − | : The <i>nap</i> - <i>took</i> - <i>me</i>
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| − | : off the bed and out the window
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| − | : far beyond the sea,
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| − | : to a land where sleepy heads
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| − | : read only comic books
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| − | : and lock their naps in iron safes
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| − | : so that they can't get took.
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| − | : And soon as I came to that land,
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| − | : I also came to grief.
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| − | : The people pointed at me, shouting,
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| − | : "Where's the nap, you thief?"
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| − | : They took me to the courthouse.
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| − | : The judge put on his cap.
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| − | : He said, "My child, you are on trial
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| − | : for taking someone's nap.
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| − | : "Yes, all you selfish children,
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| − | : you think just of yourselves
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| − | : and don't care if the nap you take
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| − | : belongs to someone else.
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| − | : It happens that the nap you took
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| − | : without a thought or care
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| − | : belongs to Bonnie Bowlingbrook,
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| − | : who's sittin' cryin' there.
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| − | : "She hasn't slept in quite some time -
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| − | : just see her eyelids flap.
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| − | : She's tired drowsy - cranky too,
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| − | : 'cause guess who took her nap?"
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| − | : The jury cried, "You're guilty, yes,
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| − | : you're guilty as can be.
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| − | : But just return the nap you took
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| − | : And we <i>might</i> set you free."
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| − | : "I did not take that nap," I cried,
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| − | : "I give my solemn vow,
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| − | : and if I took it by mistake
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| − | : I do not have it now."
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| − | : "Oh fiddle-fudge," cried out the judge,
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| − | : your record looks quite sour.
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| − | : Last night I see you <i>stole</i> a kiss,
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| − | : Last week you <i>took</i> a shower,
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| − | : "You <i>beat</i> your eggs, you've <i>whipped</i> your cream,
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| − | : at work you <i>punched</i> the clock,
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| − | : You've even <i>killed</i> an hour or two,
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| − | : we've heard you <i>darn</i> your socks.
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| − | : We know you <i>shot</i> a basketball,
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| − | : you've <i>stolen</i> second base,
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| − | : and we can see you're guilty
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| − | : From the sleep that's on your face.
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| − | : "Go lie down on your blanket now
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| − | : and cry your guilty tears.
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| − | : I sentence you to one long nap
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| − | : for ninety million years.
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| − | : And when the other children see
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| − | : this nap that never ends,
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| − | : no child will ever dare to <i>take</i>
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| − | : somebody's nap again."
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| − | [[Category:Shel Silverstein - Poems]]
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