Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Read online

  They sit and stare and stare and sit

  Until they're hypnotized by it,

  Until they're absolutely drunk

  With all that shocking ghastly junk.

  Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,

  They don't climb out the window sill,

  They never fight or kick or punch,

  They leave you free to cook the lunch

  And wash the dishes in the sink -

  But did you ever stop to think,

  To wonder just exactly what

  This does to your beloved tot?

  IT ROTS THE SENSES IN THE HEAD!

  IT KILLS IMAGINA TION DEAD!

  IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!

  IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND

  HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND

  A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!

  HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!

  HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!

  HE CAN NO T THINK - HE ONLY SEES!

  "All right!" you'll cry. "All right!" you'll say,

  "But if we take the set away,

  What shall we do to entertain

  Our darling children! Please explain!"

  We'll answer this by asking you,

  "What used the darling ones to do?

  How used they keep themselves contented

  Before this monster was invented?"

  Have you for gotten? Don't you know?

  We'll say it very loud and slow:

  THEY... USED... TO... READ! They'd

  READ and READ,

  AND READ and READ, and then proceed

  TO READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!

  One half their lives was reading books!

  The nursery shelves held books galore!

  Books cluttered up the nursery floor!

  And in the bedroom, by the bed,

  More books were waiting to be read!

  Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales

  Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales

  And treasure isles, and distant shores

  Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,

  And pirates wearing purple pants,

  And sailing ships and elephants,

  And cannibals crouching round the pot,

  Stirring away at something hot.

  (It smells so good, what can it be?

  Good gracious, it's Penelope.)

  The younger ones had Beatrix Potter

  With Mr Tod, the dirty rotter,

  And Squirrel JVutkin, Pigling Bland,

  And Mrs Tiggy-Winkle and -

  Just How The Camel Got His Hump,

  And How The Monkey Lost His Rump,

  And Mr Toad, and bless my soul,

  There's Mr Rat and Mr Mole -

  Oh, books, what books they used to know,

  Those children living long ago!

  So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,

  Go throw your TV set away,

  And in its place you can install

  A lovely bookshelf on the wall.

  Then fill the shelves with lots of books,

  Ignoring all the dirty looks,

  The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,

  And children hitting you with sticks -

  Fear not, because we promise you

  That, in about a week or two

  Of having nothing else to do,

  They'll now begin to feel the need

  Of having something good to read.

  And once they start - oh boy, oh boy!

  You watch the slowly growing joy

  That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen

  They'll wonder what they'd ever seen

  In that ridiculous machine,

  That nauseating, foul, unclean.

  Repulsive television screen!

  And later, each and every kid

  Will love you more for what you did.

  P.S. Regarding Mike Teavee,

  We very much regret that we

  Shall simply have to wait and see

  If we can get him back his height.

  But if we can't - it serves him right.'

  28

  Only Charlie Left

  'Which room shall it be next?' said Mr Wonka as he turned away and darted into the lift. 'Come on! Hurry up! We must get going! And how many children are there left now?'

  Little Charlie looked at Grandpa Joe, and Grandpa Joe looked back at little Charlie.

  'But Mr Wonka,' Grandpa Joe called after him, 'there's... there's only Charlie left now.'

  Mr Wonka swung round and stared at Charlie.

  There was a silence. Charlie stood there holding tightly on to Grandpa Joe's hand.

  'You mean you're the only one left?' Mr Wonka said, pretending to be surprised.

  'Why, yes,' whispered Charlie. 'Yes.'

  Mr Wonka suddenly exploded with excitement. 'But my dear boy,' he cried out, 'that means you've won!' He rushed out of the lift and started shaking Charlie's hand so furiously it nearly came off. 'Oh, I do congratulate you!' he cried. 'I really do! I'm absolutely delighted! It couldn't be better! How wonderful this is! I had a hunch, you knew, right from the beginning, that it was going to be you! Well done, Charlie, well done! This is terrific! Now the fun is really going to start! But we mustn't dilly! We mustn't dally! There's even less time to lose now than there was before! We have an enormous number of things to do before the day is out! Just think of the arrangements that have to be made! And the people we have to fetch! But luckily for us,

  we have the great glass lift to speed things up! Jump in, my dear Charlie, jump in! You too, Grandpa Joe, sir! No, no, after you! That's the way! Now then! This time I shall choose the button we are going to press!' Mr Wonka's bright twinkling blue eyes rested for a moment on Charlie's face.

  Something crazy is going to happen now, Charlie thought. But he wasn't frightened. He wasn't even nervous. He was just terrifically excited. And so was Grandpa Joe. The old man's face was shining with excitement as he watched every move that Mr Wonka made. Mr Wonka was reaching for a button high up on the glass ceiling of the lift. Charlie and Grandpa Joe both craned their necks to read what it said on the little label beside the button.

  It said... UP AND OUT.

  'Up and out,' thought Charlie. 'What sort of a room is that?'

  Mr Wonka pressed the button.

  The glass doors closed.

  'Hold on!' cried Mr Wonka.

  Then WHAM! The lift shot straight up like a rocket! 'Yippee!' shouted Grandpa Joe. Charlie was clinging to Grandpa Joe's legs and Mr Wonka was holding on to a strap from the ceiling, and up they went, up, up, up, straight up this time, with no twistings or turnings, and Charlie could hear the whistling of the air outside as the lift went faster and faster. 'Yippee!' shouted Grandpa Joe again. 'Yippee! Here we go!'

  'Faster!' cried Mr Wonka, banging the wall of the lift with his hand. 'Faster! Faster! If we don't go any faster than this, we shall never get through!'

  'Through what?' shouted Grandpa Joe. 'What have we got to get through?'

  'Ah-ha!' cried Mr Wonka, 'you wait and see! I've been longing to press this button for years! But I've never done it until now! I was tempted many times! Oh, yes, I was tempted! But I couldn't bear the thought of making a great big hole in the roof of the factory! Here we go, boys! Up and out!'

  'But you don't mean...' shouted Grandpa Joe, '... you don't really mean that this lift...'

  'Oh yes, I do!' answered Mr Wonka. 'You wait and see! Up and out!'

  'But... but... but... it's made of glass!' shouted Grandpa Joe. 'It'll break into a million pieces!'

  'I suppose it might,' said Mr Wonka, cheerful as ever, 'but it's pretty thick glass, all the same.'

  The lift rushed on, going up and up and up, faster and faster and faster...

  Then suddenly, CRASH! - and the most tremendous noise of splintering wood and broken tiles came from directly above their heads, and Grandpa Joe shouted, 'Help! It's the end! We're done for!' and