every thing on it.

My brother gave me this book for Christmas. Shel Silverstein is one of my favorites.
I read the entire thing today.

Masks

She had blue skin,

And so did he.

He kept it hid

And so did she.

They searched for blue

Their whole life through,

Then passed right by -- 

And never knew. 

Forgetful Witch

I used to be a witching witch,

But now I'm just a watching witch

Watching other witches witching,

Wishing I could be bewitching.

But it's sad to tell

I can't recall one mystic curse

Or brew a poison. Even worse,

I cannot chant a deadly curse

Or cast a magic spell.

I can't turn princes into frogs

Or turn bad children into hogs.

I used to long ago, but now

I seem to have forgotten how.

Was it "Toads and snails and puppies' tails"?

Or "Toes and pails of guppies and whales"?

Or "Toast and bales of stale snail scales"?

I search my books and chew my nails

Wonderin' which is which,

'Cause a witch which can't bewitch

Just can't be a witch.