He was a political cartoonist and an advertising executive, in the 30's and 40's before he went into children's books and became "Dr. Seuss". I loved his books and they were instrumental for me when I started to learn to read and to get me excited to read. He had the very remedial books like Hop on Pop and more advanced books but even those only ( at least for me ) became remedial by 4th-5th grade. Nothing better to read or be read to as a kid than iambic pentameter.
I remember one of the books they are no longer going to publish and may be pulled from some libraries/schools. "And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street." this is the text.
And To Think I saw it on Mulberry Street. By: Dr.Seuss When I leave home to walk to school, Dad always says to me, “Marco, keep your eyelids up And see what you can see.” But when I tell him where I've been And what I think I've seen, He looks at me and sternly says, “Your eyesight's much too keen.” “Stop telling such outlandish tales. Stop turning minnows into whales.” Now, what can I say when I get home today? All the long way to school And all the way back, I've looked and I've looked And I've kept careful track. But all that I've noticed, Except my own feet Was a horse and a wagon on Mulberry Street. That's nothing to tell of, That won't do, of course.... Just a broken-down wagon That's drawn by a horse. That can't be my story. That's only a start. I'll say that a ZEBRA was pulling that cart! And that is a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street. Yes, the zebra is fine, But I think it's a shame, Such a marvelous beast With a cart that's so tame. The story would really be better to hear If the driver I saw there were a charioteer. A gold and blue chariot's something to meet, Rumbling like thunder down Mulberry Street. No, it won't do at all... a zebra's too small. A reindeer is better; he's fast and he's fleet, And he'd look mighty smart On old Mulberry Street. Hold on a minute! There's something wrong! A reindeer hates the way it feels To pull a thing that runs on wheels. He'd be much happier, instead, If he could pull a fancy sled. Hmmm.. A reindeer and a sleigh.. Say-anyone could think of that, Jack or Fred of Joe or Nat-- Say, even Jane could think of that. But it isn't too late to make one little change. A sleigh and an ELEPHANT! There's something strange! Say! That makes a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street. But now I don't know... It still doesn't seem right. An elephant pulling a think that's so light Would whip it around in the air like a kite. But he'd look simply grand With a great big brass band! A band that's so good should have someone to hear it, But it's going so fast that it's hard to keep near it. I'll put on a trailer! I know they won't mind If a man sits and listens while hitched on behind. But now is it fair? Is it fair what I've done? I'll bet those wagons weigh more than a ton. That's really too heavy a load for one beast; I'll give him some helpers. He needs two, at least. But now what worries me is this.. Mulberry Street runs into Bliss. Unless there's something I can fix up, There'll be an awful traffic mix-up! It takes Police to do the trick, To guide them through where traffic's thick – It takes Police to do the trick. They'll never crash now, They'll race at top speed. With Sergeant Mulvaney, himself, in the lead. The Mayor is there, And he thinks it is grand, And he raises his hat as they dash by the stand. The Mayor is there and the Aldermen too, All waving big banners of red, white and blue. And that is a story that NO ONE can beat When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street! With a roar of its motor an airplane appears And dumps out confetti while everyone cheers And that makes a story that's really not bad! But it still could be better. Suppose that I add... A Chinaman who eats with sticks... A big Magician doing tricks.. A ten-foot beard that needs a comb... No time for more, I'm almost home. I swung 'round the corner and dashed through the gate, I ran up the steps and I felt simply GREAT! For I had a story that NO ONE could beat! And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street! But Dad said quite calmly, “just draw up your stool” and tell me the sights on the way home from school” There was so much to tell, I JUST COULDN'T BEGIN! Dad looked at me sharply and pulled at his chin. He frowned at me sternly from there in his seat, “was there nothing to look at..No people to greet? Did nothing excite you or make your heart beat?” “Nothing,” I said, growing read as a beet, “But a plain horse and wagon on Mulberry Street.”
A Chinaman who eats with sticks was the line and this is the picture that got it removed.
I remember one of the books they are no longer going to publish and may be pulled from some libraries/schools. "And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street." this is the text.
And To Think I saw it on Mulberry Street. By: Dr.Seuss When I leave home to walk to school, Dad always says to me, “Marco, keep your eyelids up And see what you can see.” But when I tell him where I've been And what I think I've seen, He looks at me and sternly says, “Your eyesight's much too keen.” “Stop telling such outlandish tales. Stop turning minnows into whales.” Now, what can I say when I get home today? All the long way to school And all the way back, I've looked and I've looked And I've kept careful track. But all that I've noticed, Except my own feet Was a horse and a wagon on Mulberry Street. That's nothing to tell of, That won't do, of course.... Just a broken-down wagon That's drawn by a horse. That can't be my story. That's only a start. I'll say that a ZEBRA was pulling that cart! And that is a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street. Yes, the zebra is fine, But I think it's a shame, Such a marvelous beast With a cart that's so tame. The story would really be better to hear If the driver I saw there were a charioteer. A gold and blue chariot's something to meet, Rumbling like thunder down Mulberry Street. No, it won't do at all... a zebra's too small. A reindeer is better; he's fast and he's fleet, And he'd look mighty smart On old Mulberry Street. Hold on a minute! There's something wrong! A reindeer hates the way it feels To pull a thing that runs on wheels. He'd be much happier, instead, If he could pull a fancy sled. Hmmm.. A reindeer and a sleigh.. Say-anyone could think of that, Jack or Fred of Joe or Nat-- Say, even Jane could think of that. But it isn't too late to make one little change. A sleigh and an ELEPHANT! There's something strange! Say! That makes a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street. But now I don't know... It still doesn't seem right. An elephant pulling a think that's so light Would whip it around in the air like a kite. But he'd look simply grand With a great big brass band! A band that's so good should have someone to hear it, But it's going so fast that it's hard to keep near it. I'll put on a trailer! I know they won't mind If a man sits and listens while hitched on behind. But now is it fair? Is it fair what I've done? I'll bet those wagons weigh more than a ton. That's really too heavy a load for one beast; I'll give him some helpers. He needs two, at least. But now what worries me is this.. Mulberry Street runs into Bliss. Unless there's something I can fix up, There'll be an awful traffic mix-up! It takes Police to do the trick, To guide them through where traffic's thick – It takes Police to do the trick. They'll never crash now, They'll race at top speed. With Sergeant Mulvaney, himself, in the lead. The Mayor is there, And he thinks it is grand, And he raises his hat as they dash by the stand. The Mayor is there and the Aldermen too, All waving big banners of red, white and blue. And that is a story that NO ONE can beat When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street! With a roar of its motor an airplane appears And dumps out confetti while everyone cheers And that makes a story that's really not bad! But it still could be better. Suppose that I add... A Chinaman who eats with sticks... A big Magician doing tricks.. A ten-foot beard that needs a comb... No time for more, I'm almost home. I swung 'round the corner and dashed through the gate, I ran up the steps and I felt simply GREAT! For I had a story that NO ONE could beat! And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street! But Dad said quite calmly, “just draw up your stool” and tell me the sights on the way home from school” There was so much to tell, I JUST COULDN'T BEGIN! Dad looked at me sharply and pulled at his chin. He frowned at me sternly from there in his seat, “was there nothing to look at..No people to greet? Did nothing excite you or make your heart beat?” “Nothing,” I said, growing read as a beet, “But a plain horse and wagon on Mulberry Street.”
A Chinaman who eats with sticks was the line and this is the picture that got it removed.
