A Yellow Jellow, What Did You Say?
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A YELLOW JELLOW, WHAT DID YOU SAY?
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PUBLISHING HISTORYStitched Paperback Edition Published 1994Adobe
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Published byTwilight Art and Book Publishers
Addison, IL 60101
All Rights ReservedCopyright 1994 by Jay J. KaylinWritten and
Illustrated by JKaylin
Cover Illustration, Design, and Book Design by JKaylin
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ISBN-13: 978-0-9799558-4-6ISBN-10: 0-9799558-4-X
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Big Z, little z. What begins with Z? I do. I am the
Zizzzer-Zazzer-Zuzz as you can plainly see!
Listen to the mustnts, child. Listen to the donts. Listen to the
shouldnts, the impossibles, the wonts. Listen to the never haves,
then listen close to me any-thing can happen, child. Anything can
This book is dedicated toGood Orderly Direction, life, love, and
my warm and clever inspirations: Jay, Becky, Rachel, and Flour.
And is . . .
Table of ContentsIve Looked . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The Nutton Glutton . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Me and You . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Wishing Well . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Listen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Alive . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Marcie Baldetti . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Downside Up . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The Murgle-Flurgle-Flickity-Tickity-Tat! . . . . . . . . . . . .
A Yellow Jellow Telephone . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Smile, Smile, Smile . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The Way Things Are . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Moms . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Special Place . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
What Do I Think? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The Greatest Me! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
PINGPINGPINGPING - PONG!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Oh Well Diddy Dell Dell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Nancy Ann Baloo . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Spider . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Mister Bean . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Moms by Becky Cox . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
PrefaceWhy over the years this simple little book has had such a
unique appeal to children
and to others as well, I do not know. When this book with its
original title, A Yellow Jellow, What . . .? went on sale for the
first time, I got a phone call from a woman about my book and the
effect it was having on her son. She stated that her child loved
books; however, he would not read them for himself. Although he
certainly could read well enough, he just had to have someone read
his books to him; she couldnt get him to just sit alone with a book
and just read it by himself. Her main reason to call me, she said,
was to tell me about this peculiar positive effect my book was
having on her child, and she thought it important that I should
know something about my book, which seemed to set it apart from her
sons other books.
A Yellow Jellow, What . . .? in particular, she said, was the
first book that after she had read just the first few pages to her
son, her son then insisted on reading the rest for himself. This
really surprised her, she told me, because up to that point her son
had shown no interest in wanting to read any book by himself. And
she added, that wasnt the only thing that surprised her, her son
also wouldnt let anyone else near the book until he was finished
reading it. And although she couldnt explain why my book was having
this positive effect on her son, she hoped that it would somehow
help him to feel more comfortable about reading other books all on
his own, and for that, she was also calling to thank me.
Why did I write this book in the first place? Why am I writing a
second childrens book similar to this one? I like playing with
silly words, wits, and rhymes. I liked the Zizzer-Zazzer-Zuzz at
the end of Dr. Seusss ABCs. I liked Shel Silversteins book, The
Missing Piece, and I really liked, The Real Mother Goose. These
books fas-cinated me when I was young. I read them and read them. I
liked how they spoke to me, and sometimes from across the pages
came a simple message wrapped in a certain kind of wit, humor, or
in just plain silliness. I loved words. I loved how they sounded
and were put together. I loved how they felt and how they made me
feel. I dont know how many times I read that last page in Dr.
Seusss ABCs - The Zizzer-Zazzer-Zuzz.
Today I still love playing with words. A Yellow Jellow Telephone
was the first poem written for this book originally titled, A
Yellow Jellow, What?, and now tilted, A Yellow Jellow, What Did You
Say?. This poem was inspired by a word game I played with the Cox
children who belonged to a family from whom I rented out a
One rainy lost Sunday afternoon, I watched the Cox children
playing with a large broken toy calculator. The kids were pointing
the inoperative toy out the backyard window, pushing buttons, and
naming the different things they were imagining, which were then
appearing on the back lawn from out the front of the broken toy
that they were now calling the making machine.
I, being unable to rest in quiet or resist playing the game,
asked them if I could play too. Then after they all quickly agreed
to let me into the game, they re-evaluated and explained some of
the rules to me.
We started playing the game by taking turns being in charge of
the now re-invented toy calculator while the rest of us went in
turn naming something we wanted to have made, and then to have that
something magically projected out the front of the making machine
and onto the back lawn.
When it was the eldest childs turn to be in charge of the making
machine, he held it all ready to go, steadfast and aimed, out the
back window at the back lawn, while he waited intensely for one of
the rest of us to start the game by announcing what we wanted made
before he would push any of its buttons. Then finally one of us
called out what we wanted made; then the eldest child with relieved
tension push the first button; then he waited again for one of us
to say what we wanted it made out of; then he would push a second
button. Then someone had to say what color we wanted it to be, and
then the eldest child would push the final button. Then there on
the subdued wet autumn lawn, a top the wilting yellowish greenish
grass and damp dark leaves was something all of us wanted to see,
something all of us made up together, and something you could
almost see if you really thought about it and looked really
One of these times while the eldest child was pointing the
making machine out the window just waiting to push a button, one of
the three of us called out telephone, and he pushed the first
button; then one of us called out jello, and the eldest child didnt
hesitate and pushed the second button; then during a brief moment
of contem-plative silence somebody yelled out yellow (which wasnt
me), and then they started laughing really hard. And that was it.
In a few seconds we all got the accidental joke; and we all thought
it quite clever what had just happened; and we all had a new reason
for this being such a good game. Then I thought, I may have a poem
out of it too.
This three-word combination became the poem that I later put
with this books title, A Yellow Jellow, What Did You Say?.
If I had a machineThat could make almost anything,Id make my
wishAnd pull its switch;Then that machineWould start to twitch;It
might squeak and squawk,Bleep and blop,And out of it would popA
Yellow Jellow Telephone,Bouncing with a jiggle jiggle,And ringing
with a little wiggle giggle.
Special Thanks - From The First EditionI have seen it written
many times and in as many books that I can remember that
no one book is brought about by just one person, and this
particular book certainly was not created by myself alone. It has
been co-created with the warmth, friendship, and love of a
countless number of people. People who have freely given of their
time, sup-port, and vast experiences. People who have helped me
with their hopes, strengths, and encouragements, and in so doing,
they have helped me to achieve what you now see before you my first
childrens book, and my very first dream.
I want to mention also here that these people have not only
added a unique special-ness to this single book, but to my whole
life as well. Including an outstanding wisdom of the mind, and an
infinite richness to my very soul. Furthermore, some of those
listed here have added something simply by my having had the
pleasure of knowing them in the first place.
Therefore, it is for these people that I am truly grateful, and
it is my wish now to give to at least some of them my warmest and
deepest thanks possible. They are as fol-lows: to my father for
giving me his reason and logic, and for helping me to feel
con-nected to the world around me, and for giving me much of his
time and plenty of his support in the only and best way he knew
how; to my mother for our long intellectual conversations through
out most of my life, entailing mostly; philosophy, sociology, and
politics, and for her artistic talents which I must have inherited,
and for her emotional support that was to come much later on in my
life; to my brothers Steve and Doug for all their help and support
over these many years; and to my sister Lynn, and Chris my
brother-in-law for being there for the family on holidays and at
special occasions; to my close friends Russell and Wendy Cox for
having saved my life the first time, and to their three children
and one of their cats who have been my very special and clever
comrades in the arts; Jay, Becky, Rachel, and Flour for their many
artistic talents, and most of all, for their unconditional love and
support - and to the whole Cox family for their warm and genuine
surrealistic view of life.
In addition to the above, I also give my warmest and deepest
thanks to many of my newly found friends. They are as follows: Tom
H., Kathy M., Mike B., Colleen F., Sarah B., John L., Chris H.,
George F., Tim G., Rick M., and to Marianne de Blouwe, the best
sales woman I have ever known to date, and for her close
companionship, and to all the others who are a part of this unique
and special group of people for helping me live and realize this
new life far beyond any of my expectations.
Also, my warmest and deepest thanks go out to many very old
friends as well,
friends who have always supported and encouraged me in all of my
artistic pursuits. They are as follows: Don and Lori Heins, Jim
Jimbo Indoranto, Ed Gannon, Jeff Gammon, John Tyminski, Bret Bert
and Debbie Stancy, John and Diane Adams, Tim Goobs Gorman for all
the unforgettable times we once shared, and at a time, when we all
thought we were so indestructible, and most of all, for those
really good laughs, honest caring, and deep sentiments; and for
their solid and on going support in all that I do now.
Now Id like to also extend these warm and deepest of thanks to
the unequaled team at West General Graphics. They are as follows:
to my employers Mario and Ernie Pescatore, the two owners of West
General Graphics for their extreme patience and understanding, and
for the free use of their materials and equipment after hours that
went into the making of this book; to my immediate co-workers,
Carmella Biancofiore for her gentleness of heart and her true free
spirit; and to Madelyn Pescatore, Karen Mikula, Mike Cavallo,
Fridencio Rivera, Gabrial H. Rodriguez, Michael Polanek, Dan
Marcucclli, Kelly Kochandski, Pompay Hicks, and Stephanie Cappiello
for all their unconditional help, support, and unimaginable
patients, and for showing me how to keep going.
Lastly, these thanks go out to my grammar instructor, Dan Kies,
for his selfless devotion toward the College of DuPage, his
students, and his Modern English Gram-mar class, a class in which I
have had the great pleasure to attend; and to the College of DuPage
and its staff for giving me the countless possibilities to find and
reach my goals (this book being one of them), and for allowing me
the opportunity to complete my degree in the Humanities with
Highest Honors. Thank you all ever so dearly.
With all my God given ability as I travel through out my life, I
can simply chose to play the hand of cards dealt to me, and to
accept my place in the world and my small part in it - a part and a
hand which I play day to day while I continue to try and learn to
think of others sometimes even before myself, and to think of
myself sometimes even before others. This above all: to thine
ownself be true. . . . And it must follow, as the night the day,
thou canst not then be false to any man. -Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act
I, Scene III.
Ive LookedIm looking for a poem,And Ive looked where Ive sat;Ive
looked in my sisters hair,And I have looked under my hat .Ive
looked almost everywhere,But I do remember thatI had written it
from the left . . . , . . . and I had written it to the right;I had
written it all day,And I had written it all night;I had written it
UP,And I had written it DOWN,And I had written it d . a n l u l o r
aNow if you find this poem,Please read it for me,While I bend to
lookBehind my knee .
The Nutton GluttonI am the Nutton Glutton,And I am the lint in
your belly-button .Now theres no need to get mad,And theres no need
to pout .
If you want me out, just Shake shake shake your belly up And
down and around about,And shout, Sauerkraut! Sauerkraut!Get
Out-Out-Out!Get out of my belly-button!You silly old Nutton
Me and YouIf I could be you, and you could be me,And me could be
you, and you could be I;Or if I were you, and you were me,And me
were you, and you were I;Or if I was you, and you was me,And me was
you, and you was I . . .
Then what would we both be?I and you, you and me,Me and you or
You and I?
Wishing WellI went to this wishing wellAnd when I was ready;I
reached into my pocket,And I pulled out a penny;I wished to be
freeAnd do as I pleased;I wished I could cryWithout being teased .
. . .
Then I wished for my sisterNot to hit me in the head,And then I
wishedI had ten dollarsTo drop in instead!
ListenListen to the soundsAs your foot steps mark the
ground;Listen to each slow breath you take With every new step you
And listen to your dreams,And make your wishes;And shed your
tears,While cherishing your smiles -
Hold all of life as precious and dear,For its the whole journey
through lifeThat can be such a greatAnd wondrous frontier .
AliveJump about . Roll about .Laugh and shout!Theres always
something to be happy about;Theres always something to be real
aboutBeing alive,Being alive,Simply being alive!
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Following Pages About the Author
About the Author
Lombard SpectatorSpotlight by Jim Carlosn
New Seuss on the Loose
Addison writer Jeffery Ka-linowski would like to introduce you
to the Murgle-flurgle-flickity-tickity-tat, the Nutton Glutton, and
Nancy Anne Baloo.
These are all characters found in his first published book of
childrens poetry, A Yellow Jellow, What?. . .
. . . Kalinowski, who writes under the pen name of Jay J. Kaylin
[and J. Kaylin], . . . also personally laid out the pages, printed
the book, designed the cover, and did all the illustra-tions.
Why the pseudonym? Because my last name is Kalinowski, he
laughs, during a recent phone interview. The first-time author felt
he needed a name that would be easier to re-member. Looking for
something that was catchy, he chose Jay J. Kaylin, which mirrored
his own initials.
I may go back to Kalinowski later on down the road but if the
name Jay J. Kaylin catches on, why mess with it?
Now 33 [at the time of this writing], he started writing poetry
at age 18. Although he had been writing stories since the first
grade, he found writing a positive way to deal with his own
problems in communication.
I was really withdrawn, and writing was an outlet to express
myself, he admits.
A Yellow Jellow Telephone was the first poem written for the
book. It was inspired by a word game he played with the Cox
. . . Deep down, I always wanted to do something for children
but I was afraid I wouldnt be able to do it. That is a scary
thought, trying to write for children, said Kalinowski.
. . . You could definitely say I was inspired by the works of
Dr. Seuss when I was little, said the author, who is also fond of
childrens poetry by Shel Silverstein [and also by Jack Prelutsky,
and The Real Mother Goose].
. . . Kalinowski dropped out of high school in 1979 during his
senior year at Glenbard East High School when he became seriously
involved with drugs and alcohol.
. . . Contrary to some literary legends, Kalinowski doesnt
believe his prior drug use helped in any way to influence his
creative writing. As far as Lewis Carroll and Edgar Allan Poe are
concerned that drugs heightened their creativity, I didnt find this
to be true [for me].
This dark period of his life came to a head when his father died
of cancer in 1984. It was a very rude awakening when he passed
away, admitted the author.
With a new outlook on life, he got help, joined a 12-step
program, and already having re-ceived his GED from years before,
started attending classes at the College of DuPage in Glen
. . . All his poetry is rhymed. He doesnt like the stuff thats
not. He felt that when writing for a childrens audience, he should
write rhyming poetry, I think its important, said the author.
Kalinowski sees marketing as his greatest challenge in creating
A Yellow Jellow, What?. Hes happy with the content and the finished
product, but as a one-man operation, he feels challenged in his
efforts . . .
. . . What primarily fuels my writing is I would love to make a
difference in the world, not only in the lives of children, but in
many other peoples lives as well.
It is very much of struggle for me now. I just hope everything
falls together. . . .
The LombardianThe Inside Story by Marie Olrysh
In recent days, I have had the opportunity to speak to two
former residents, both of whom have surmounted personal obstacles
to reach individual levels of achievement. Here is the Inside Story
on these two young adults.
Jeffery Kalinowski has wanted to be a writer ever since he was
in grade school and now, after hurdling a few obstacles, the
33-year-old [at the time of this writing] author is on his way.
The son of Marion and the late Joseph Kalinowski, Jeffery grew
up in Lombard, IL.
I loved to write stories and I had a teacher who encouraged
that.. . .
That love of writing began to taper off however. While a student
at Glenbard East High School, he found he still enjoyed English and
Art classes, but had become bored with the
others. Personal problems added to the situation and he dropped
out during his senior year.
I just didnt know what I wanted, he said.
But within weeks of his dropping out during his receiving
classes graduation in 1979, Ka-linowski went on to earn his G.E.D.
degree and joined the work force.
. . . Kalinowski began attending classes at the College of
DuPage while holding down a job in the printing industry . . .
. . . Combining his artistic talent and printing skills, he
recently wrote, illustrated, designed, laid out the pages, printed,
and is now marketing his first book. This small volume of
chil-drens poetry, entitled A Yellow Jellow, What? bears the pen
name of Jay J. Kaylin, a much more rhythmic and pronounceable
. . . A writer of philosophical, spiritual, and strangely funny
stuff, Kalinowski settled on the latter, to pen a book that has
been described as a cross between a progressive Dr. Seuss and
regressive Shel Silverstein.
My late father said, The quality of a mans work was second to
that of putting all he had into it - and not just with his back,
mind you - but from deep within the truth about himself. However,
this is not a word for word quote. It is a paraphrase of something
very close to what was said, or at the very least, in the way I
understood it at the time.
I have had little at my disposal to produce books from
conception to finished project. Sometimes I have felt as if I was
trying to produce and publish good books while being blind folded
and wearing mittens. Then trying to make marketing packages for
them as if from out of the ears of sows. I produced A Yellow
Jellow, What Did You Say? three times now in three different
bindings both conventional and digital, and with as much heart,
professionalism, and discernment that I could obtain at any one
given time because thats all I had. However, as with all things, I
learn as I go, and I get better with time as I begin to understand
about what I have learned in my experiences of success, failure,
heartbreak, and joy; and then connecting this reality into the deep
corners and driving passions of my heart for the next time, and the
Recently, I finished a musical audio book CD based on one of
these poems in A Yel-low Jellow, What Did You Say?. This poem is to
become the title of a newly written and illustrated childrens book,
and the new CD will become part of the new books package. The
number of poems and illustrations in this new book far exceed those
in A Yellow Jellow, What Did You Say?. Also, the new illustrations
are far more advanced in the new book. At one time, I suffered from
epileptic seizures and after several of these seizures I brought
back out with me a highly increased ability to draw. Surprise! Now,
the seizures are gone, but the new drawing ability has
In conclusion, I hope you have enjoyed A Yellow Jellow, What Did
You Say?. It is also my wish of course that you someday buy and
enjoy most of my future books. And at best, with all the many great
authors and illustrators out there now being made more avail-able,
I hope you find with ease and at a good price what you might be
looking for in a great book. Thank you for your purchase. And thank
you for taking the time to read. Happy hunt-ing and further
A Note From the Author
Twilight Art and Book Publishers