Here's a group of original poems that have a thoroughly child-like quality, an expectancy, a matter-of-factness, that lend the charm and appeal sufficient to override the hurdle most such volumes face. The average parent, unfortunately, feels that if their children are exposed to the old standbys, their responsibility is over; some schools and some librarians manage to inject a new note now and again. But many worthy volumes are almost still-born. Don't let that happen here. The Duvoisin pictures people the book with strutting, whistling small boys, dancing rabbits, foxes and all the other beguiling things the verses deal with.