I walked through the wildwood, and what did I see
Cryin', "Someone please help me before it's too late."
I hollered, "I'll free you." He hollered back, "Wait-
How much will it hurt? How long will it take?
Are you sure that my horn will not scratch, bend, or break?
How hard will you pull? How much must I pay?
Must you do it right now or is Wednesday okay?
Have you done this before? Do you have the right tools?
Do you promise that you will not damage the tree?
Should I close my eyes? Should I sit down or stand?
Do you have insurance? Have you washed your hands?
And after you free me-tell me what then?
Can you guarantee I won't get stuck again?
Tell me when. Tell me how.
Tell me why. Tell me where. . . ."
I guess that he's still sittin' there.
"Help!" by Shel Silverstein
all photos by Sander van der Veen.
I can't wait to dance at my party.
and forget everything else.