<<1>>
I live at 165 East 95th Street, New York City, and I’m going to stay here forever.
My mother and father are moving. Out West.
They say I have to go, too.
They say I can’t stay here forever.
Out West nobody plays baseball because they’re too busy chasing buffaloes.
And there’s cactus everywhere 你 look.
But if 你 don’t look, 你 have to stand up just as soon 你 sit down.
Out West it takes fifteen 分钟 just to say hello.
Like this: H-O-W-W-W-D-Y, P-A-A-A-R-D-N-E-R.
Out West I’ll look silly all the time.
I’ll have to wear chaps and spurs and a bandana and a hat so big that nobody can find me underneath it.
And I’ll have to ride a horse to school every 日 and I don’t know how.
Out West everybody grows up to be a sheriff.
I want to be a subway driver.
My best friend is Seymour, and we like to eat salami sandwiches together.
Out West I probably won’t have any friends, but if I do, they’ll be named Tex 或者 Slim, and we’ll eat chili and beans for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. While I miss Seymour and salami.
<<2>>
I’m on my way. Out West.
It’s cool in the airplane.
The desert is so hot 你 can collapse, and then the buzzards 圈, 圈子 overhead, but no one rescues 你 because it’s real life and not the movies.
There are clouds out the window.
No buzzards yet.
I’m looking at a map.
Before, whenever I looked at a map, I always knew my house was on the right.
But no more.
Now I’m in the middle of that map, and I’m going left, left. Out West.
Seymour says there are Gila monsters and horned toads out West, and I read it in a book so I know it’s so.
But Seymour says they meet 你 at the airport.
<<3>>
We’re here.
Out West.
I don’t know what a Gila monster 或者 horned toad looks like, but I don’t think I see any at the airport.
I see a boy in a cowboy hat.
He looks like Seymour, but I know his name is Tex.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi,” he says. “I’m moving East.”
“Great!” I say.
“Great?” he says. “What’s so great about it? Don’t 你 know that the streets are full of gangsters? They all wear 花 in their lapels so they look honest, but they soom around in big cars with screeching brakes. 你 have to jump out of their way.
“In the East it snows and blows all the time, except for five 分钟 when it’s spring and summer.
“And 你 have to live on the 50th floor. Airplanes fly through your bedroom, and you’ve got to 鸭 fast.
“They ran out of extra 太空 in the East a long time ago. It’s so crowded people sit on 最佳, 返回页首 of each other when they ride to work.
“And alligators live in the sewers. I read it in a book so I know it’s so.”
Then the mother and father of the boy who looks like Seymour but isn’t grab his hand, and he goes off.
“Sometimes the alligators get out,” he yells to me. “And they wait for 你 at the airport.”
<<4>>
It’s warm, but there’s a nice breeze.
We’re in a taxi riding to our new house.
No 马 yet.
I don’t see any buffalo stampedes either.
I see a restaurant just like the one in my old neighborhood.
I see some kids playing baseball.
I see a horse. Hey, that’s a great-looking horse!
I’m going to ask my mother and father for one like it.
Here’s our house.
Some kids are riding their bikes in front of it.
I hope one of them is named Slim.
Tomorrow I’m 写作 a long letter to Seymour.
I’ll tell him I’m sending it 由 小马 express.
Seymour will believe me.
Back East they don’t know much about us Westerners.
I live at 165 East 95th Street, New York City, and I’m going to stay here forever.
My mother and father are moving. Out West.
They say I have to go, too.
They say I can’t stay here forever.
Out West nobody plays baseball because they’re too busy chasing buffaloes.
And there’s cactus everywhere 你 look.
But if 你 don’t look, 你 have to stand up just as soon 你 sit down.
Out West it takes fifteen 分钟 just to say hello.
Like this: H-O-W-W-W-D-Y, P-A-A-A-R-D-N-E-R.
Out West I’ll look silly all the time.
I’ll have to wear chaps and spurs and a bandana and a hat so big that nobody can find me underneath it.
And I’ll have to ride a horse to school every 日 and I don’t know how.
Out West everybody grows up to be a sheriff.
I want to be a subway driver.
My best friend is Seymour, and we like to eat salami sandwiches together.
Out West I probably won’t have any friends, but if I do, they’ll be named Tex 或者 Slim, and we’ll eat chili and beans for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. While I miss Seymour and salami.
<<2>>
I’m on my way. Out West.
It’s cool in the airplane.
The desert is so hot 你 can collapse, and then the buzzards 圈, 圈子 overhead, but no one rescues 你 because it’s real life and not the movies.
There are clouds out the window.
No buzzards yet.
I’m looking at a map.
Before, whenever I looked at a map, I always knew my house was on the right.
But no more.
Now I’m in the middle of that map, and I’m going left, left. Out West.
Seymour says there are Gila monsters and horned toads out West, and I read it in a book so I know it’s so.
But Seymour says they meet 你 at the airport.
<<3>>
We’re here.
Out West.
I don’t know what a Gila monster 或者 horned toad looks like, but I don’t think I see any at the airport.
I see a boy in a cowboy hat.
He looks like Seymour, but I know his name is Tex.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi,” he says. “I’m moving East.”
“Great!” I say.
“Great?” he says. “What’s so great about it? Don’t 你 know that the streets are full of gangsters? They all wear 花 in their lapels so they look honest, but they soom around in big cars with screeching brakes. 你 have to jump out of their way.
“In the East it snows and blows all the time, except for five 分钟 when it’s spring and summer.
“And 你 have to live on the 50th floor. Airplanes fly through your bedroom, and you’ve got to 鸭 fast.
“They ran out of extra 太空 in the East a long time ago. It’s so crowded people sit on 最佳, 返回页首 of each other when they ride to work.
“And alligators live in the sewers. I read it in a book so I know it’s so.”
Then the mother and father of the boy who looks like Seymour but isn’t grab his hand, and he goes off.
“Sometimes the alligators get out,” he yells to me. “And they wait for 你 at the airport.”
<<4>>
It’s warm, but there’s a nice breeze.
We’re in a taxi riding to our new house.
No 马 yet.
I don’t see any buffalo stampedes either.
I see a restaurant just like the one in my old neighborhood.
I see some kids playing baseball.
I see a horse. Hey, that’s a great-looking horse!
I’m going to ask my mother and father for one like it.
Here’s our house.
Some kids are riding their bikes in front of it.
I hope one of them is named Slim.
Tomorrow I’m 写作 a long letter to Seymour.
I’ll tell him I’m sending it 由 小马 express.
Seymour will believe me.
Back East they don’t know much about us Westerners.
由 Ogden Nash
Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning 树 stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over the lakes.
Smooth and clean and frost white
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.
SNOW
由 Karla Kuskin
We’ll play in the snow
And stray in the snow
And stay in the snow
In a snow-white park.
We’ll clown in the snow
And frown in the snow
Fall down in the snow
Till it’s after dark.
We’ll cook snow pies
In a big snow pan.
We’ll make snow eyes
In a round snow man.
We’ll sing snow songs
And chant snow chants
And roll in the snow
In our fat snow pants.
And when it’s time to go 首页 to eat
We’ll have snow toes
On our frosted feet.