Poems by Red Skelton. A collection of poetry, and song lyrics, composed by the multi-talented Red.
Song lyrics to If I Were the King of the Birdies, written and performed by Red Skelton in A Royal Command PerformanceRead More »If I Were the King of the Birdies [song lyrics]
The snowflakes were falling
The night before Christmas
The houses with holly
And trees trimmed so bright
Grandfather, Grandmother – a poem by an older Red Skelton, recited on his weekly television showRead More »Grandfather, Grandmother poem by Red Skelton
Madam, I Love Your Crepes Suzette – song lyrics from “Dubarry Was A Lady“
Song lyrics to Madam, I Love Your Crepes Suzette, Music by Burton Lane, lyrics by Lew Brown and Ralph Freed (1943)
Sung by Red Skelton with Tommy Dorsey & his Orchestra (film soundtrack)
also recorded by Danny Kaye
No thank you,
No thank you,
No thank you, no!
I don’t mean to be rude,
But I’m not in the mood for food.
It’s lovely, it’s tempting, fit for a king, I know!
Your cooking’s a work of art,
But when you’re with me, why be so a la carte?Read More »Madam, I Love Your Crepes Suzette
There’s Nothing Worse than Loneliness at Christmastime – [written and sung by Red Skelton, as Freddy the Freeloader, in Red Skelton’s Christmas Dinner]
There is nothing worse than loneliness at Christmastime,
When old friends forget where you are,
While your memory still lingers,
You can count upon your fingers,
Those that know the meaning of the Star.
Frogs, a poem by Red Skelton, read by Clem Kadiddlehopper
[Editor’s note: Frogs is recited to the cadence of Boots, a famous poem by Rudyard Kipling]
Frogs. Frogs. Frogs, they are everywhere.
Frogs. Frogs. Frogs croaking fill the air.
Louder. Louder. Louder is their blasting blare
and there’s no silence in the night.
Red Skelton’s The Circus – a poem in honor of Red’s father, by Red Skelton
Red Skelton, one of America’s great clowns, talks about an American tradition – the home of the men of mirth. The Circus is an ode he wrote, and recited on his television show. Actually, the poem, The Circus, is a tribute to Red’s father, a clown, whom Skelton never knew, since his father died two months before Red was born. But the love of clowning, the love of mime and of the Big Top with all its magic for everyone, is an innate thing with SkeltonRead More »Red Skelton’s poem, The Circus