play room

The toy eater,
You don't have to pick up your toys,okay?
You can leave 'em right there on the floor,
So tonight when the Terrible Toy-Eatin'Tookle
Comes tiptoein' in through the crack in the door,
He'll crunch all your soldiers, he'll munch on your trucks,
He'll chew your poor puppets to shreds,
He'll swallow your Big wheel and slurp up your paints
And bite off your dear dollies heads.
Then he'll wipe off his lips with the sails of your ships, 
And making a burpity noise,
He'll slither away--but hey, that's okay,
You don't have to pick up your toys.
_shel silverstien


We did up the play room for the boys, i regularly recite this poem but they don't seem to be frightened by the words of the great shel silverstein. They just laugh with burpity noises!