Stevens casts the well-known rhyme Oust one verse appears here) as a dream-fantasy, with a very little boy leaving his bed in the night to go off to the fair with a clownishly-dressed panda. Later the performing monkey flies him home, with an umbrella for lift--Stevens' solution, if such it is, to the line ""that was the end of the monk."" Meanwhile we are confronted with closely rendered but unimaginative closeups, in grainy pastel colors, of the assorted birds and beasts at play and the babyish little boy in their midst. There is much strutting and tumbling and disorder, but not a spark of life. And when the pictures are not blah, they are repulsive.