I gave my "best friend with benefits" this little book called I Like You by Sandol Stoddard Warburg. He regularly sends me excerpts from it in texts. Did I tell you I love him a little bit......? I am going to type out the words - the book is about the size of my hand.
Works Cited:
Warburg, Sandol Stoddard. I Like You. New York. Houghton Mifflin. 1965.
I like you...And I know why I like you because....You are a good person to like...I like you because...When I tell you something special...You know it's special
And you remember it...A long long time...You say remember when...you told me...Something special...And both of us remember.
When I think something is important...You think it's important too...We have good ideas...When I say something funny...You laugh...I think I'm funny and
you think I'm funny too...Hah-hah...I like you because...You know where I'm ticklish...And you don't tickle me there...except just a tiny bit sometimes
You know how to be silly...That's why I like you...Boy are you ever silly...I never met anybody sillier than me...till I met you
I like you because...You know when it's time to stop being silly...Maybe day after tomorrow...Maybe never...Oops too late...It's quarter past silly
We fool around the same way all the time...Sometimes we don't say a word...We snurkle under fences...We spy secret places...If I am a goofus on the roofus
Hollering my head off...You are one too...If I pretend I am drowning...You pretend you are saving me....If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag...Then you are getting ready to jump...Hooray!
That's because...You really like me...You really like me...Don't you...And I really like you back...And you like me back....And I like you back...
And that's the way we keep on going...Every day...If you go away then I go away too...Or if I stay home...You send me a postcard
You don't just say...We'll see you around... Some time... Bye...I like you a lot because of that...If I go away...I send you a postcard too
And I like you because...If we go away together...And if we are in Grand Central Station...And if I get lost...Then you are the one that is yelling for me
Hey where are you.....Here I am...And I like you because...When I am feeling sad...You don't always cheer me up right away
Sometimes it is better to be sad...You can't stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute...
You want to think about things...It takes time
I like you because if I am mad at you...Then you are mad at me too...It's awful when the other person isn't...They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about punch them in the nose
I like you because if I think I am going to throw up then you are really sorry...You don't just pretend you are busy looking at the birdies and all that...You say maybe it was something you ate
You say the same thing happened to me one time...And the same thing did
If you find two four-leaf clovers...You give me one...If I find four...I give you two...If we only find three...We keep on looking...Sometimes we have good luck and sometimes we don't
If I break my arm and...If you break your arm too...Then it is fun to have a broken arm...I tell you about mine...You tell me about yours...We are both sorry
We write our names and draw pictures...we show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too
I like you because I don't know why but...Everything that happens...Is nicer with you...I can't remember when I didn't like you...It must have been lonesome then
I like you because because because...If forget why I like you...But I do...So many reasons...On the Fourth of July...I like you because...It's the Fourth of July...On the Fifth of July...I like you too...
If you and I had some drums...And some horns and some horses...if we had some hats and some...Flags and some fire engines...We could be a holiday
We could be a celebration...We could be a whole parade...See what I mean? Even if it was the...nine hundred and ninety-ninth of July...Even if it was August...
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November...Even if it was no place particular in January...I would go on choosing you...And you would go on choosing me...Over and over again
That's how it would happen every time
I don't know why
I guess I don't know why I like you really
Why do I like you
I guess I just like you
I guess I just like you
Because I like you

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