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Birth Date of Jack Prelutsky
Jack was born in brooklyn New York. -
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Jack's life span
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Voice Lessons
At age 10 Jack wasn't a poet in fact he was a singer. He was even given free voice lessons by the master of the Metropolitan Opera. -
Graduation from High School
Jack graduated from a voice and music arts colledge in New York. He never followed through with singing. -
Coledge
Jack attended Hunter Coledge for only a couple of years. He actually left to become a "beatnik". Jack also was a photographer, a truk driver, and a folk singer. -
Poetry Comes Back
Around this time at the gage of 21 Jack rediscovers poetry. He drew many pictures and wrote poems for each of them. -
Nightmares: Poems to Trouble Your Sleep
" I had this book of creepy stories published for the fun of a good scare" said Jack in an interview. -
We are The Fearless Flying Hotdogs
We're fearless flying hotdogs,
the famous "Unflappable Five,"
we're mustered in formation
to climb, to dip, to dive,
we spread our wings with relish,
then reach for altitude,
we're aerobic weiners,
the fastest flying food. -
Be Glad Your Nose Is on Your Face
Published in 1984.
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot. (Continues) -
Poet Laureate Award
jack was given the award for First Childrens Laureate. He was given this award for his book "Something Big has Been Here". -
Jack is Still Alive
Jack prelutsky is still alive to this day. He is 71 years old and will be 72 in september. -
To this Day
today Jack Prelutsky lives in washington with his wife Carolynn. Jack stil visits schools to read poetry and to teach students about poetry. -
As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains. At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, "Good night! Good night!"
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred's underwear goes on his toes.
