Michael Rosen Quotes

“What a beautiful day! We’re not scared.”

“Back through the forest! Stumble trip! Stumble trip! Stumble trip!”

“Get to our front door. Open the door. Up the stairs. Oh, no! We forgot to shut the door.”

“One shiny wet nose! Two big furry ears! Two big goggly eyes! IT’S A BEAR!!!!”

“Quick! Back through the cave! Tiptoe! Tiptoe! Tiptoe!”

“Shut the door. Back upstairs. Into the bedroom. Into bed. Under the covers.”

“We’re not going on a bear hunt again.”

“Back through the snowstorm! Hooo wooo! Hooo wooo!”

“We can’t go over it. We can’t go under it. Oh, no! We’ve got to go through it”

″ We’re going on a bear hunt. We’re going to catch a big one”

“Back through the river! Splash splosh! Splash splosh! Splash splosh!”

“What’s that there? What’s what there? I want to know what this is keep your hair on mate: ‘Mind your Own Business.’ Right now, I’d like best of all not to be here. I’ve been thinking that for an hour now.”

“In the middle it smells black, you can’t see either end the walls are wet and the water’s deeper where Thatcher fell in and under and screamed for hours so it echoed and echoed but we couldn’t see him.”

“Mind Your Own Business is silly poetry by the wonderful Michael Rosen, and it’s filled with equally silly illustrations by the amazing Quentin Blake.”

“The trouble is I don’t know where I’d like to be more. I mean - I like the films - but that’s miles away. I’d be so annoyed when I got there I wouldn’t like it all. And I’d get even more angry coming back so I’d hate it even more here - when I did get back.”

“This is the hand that touched the frost that froze my tongue and made it numb. This is the hand that cracked the nut that went in my mouth and never came out.”

″...you can see into the back of the telephone exchange to a million wires on the walls and an all-red telephone and there’s Grolly’s Grotto: the tunnel under the library under the cleaners under the bicycle sheds and the newspaper stand.”

“I’ve had this shirt that’s covered in dirt for years and years and years. It used to be red but I wore it in bed and it went grey cos I wore it all day for years and years and years.”

“The arms fell off in the Monday wash and you can see my vest through the holes in the chest for years and years and years.”

“This is the hand that slid round the bath to find the soap that wouldn’t float. This is the hand on the hot water bottle meant to warm my bed that got lost instead.”

“Saturdays I put on my boots to go wading down the River Pinn singing songs like: Olly Jonathan Curly and Carrot past garden trees, the backs of shops, building sites scaffolds and timber, park-keepers’ huts the disused railway lines and the new state the garage junk heap.”