Banana bread and chicken pie,/ Apple cake and crisp fish fry./ Cheese and crackers,/ Beef stew pot,/ Doesn't your stomach hurt a lot?"" There are times when Wallner's food-centered nonsense verse comes too close to the Watsons' smoother, sprightlier and more delectable Father Fox's Pennyrhymes (1971) for their own good; the rest of the time they are merely lame in execution and monotonously unvaried in theme. In a typical limerick, ""Sweet-toothed Marsha Mellow/ Had a fight with a fat piggy fellow,/ Nesbit it seems,/ Had eaten the creams,/ And the last of the strawberry jell-o."" And not even a fellow gourmand could sympathize with the fat, clothed pigs, hippos and elephants that munch, crunch and slurp their way through her patterned, pop style black and white pages. Empty calories. . . even though it isn't strong enough to spoil your dinner.