A Light in the Attic Special Edition
Last night, while I lay thinking here,Some Whatifs crawled inside my earAnd pranced and partied all night longAnd sang their same old Whatif song:Whatif I flunk that test?Whatif green hair grows on my chest?Whatif nobody likes me?Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? . . .Here in the attic of Shel Silverstei More »