Misfit Miss Polly's predicament: ""'I'm just no use in a town,' she cried,/ 'I'm much too tall and my feet are too wide./ Perhaps there's more room in the countryside./ I might like it.'"" There is and she does, but meanwhile she's missed back in Tattering Town and her return turns the whole town out. Although ""some people say. . . she'd never go back"" but regardless (to switch lyricists) ""there's a place for (all), somewhere a place for (all)."" The moral is commendable, the book isn't much--the rhyme not particularly clever, the illustrations not particularly pleasing.