Pati Hill is a novelist and that is a very good thing. She's written some 34 poems, all about animals, their elegance, their majestic, their peculiar role in the universe as the last of the big time splendors. One is called Soon. It goes like this: ""Soon there won't be any more Zeppelins/ They are being folded up and stored away/ Where they won't take up so much room./ Who will fold up the Elephants and the Leopards?/ Who will store the Baboons?"" Soon, Miss Hill, there won't be any more poetry. It is being fouled up and whimsied away. ""Who will fold up the Elephants and the Leopards? Who will store the Baboons?"" Now that's an interesting question. There's an entire page devoted to something (notice the hesitancy to classify) called To A Bee Found in an Airmail Envelope. The poem? ""What a place to give up hope in!"" The meaning? Rule three lines down the page and write ""We-They-We-They"". Helpful Hints Wherever You Travel features a series of unlettered couplets. ""Do not put alligators in the bathtub/ It is bad for them. ""Do not put gnus in shoes/ It wears them out."" Ogden's gnashed!