Simple everyday subjects are covered in simple everyday rhyme by a teacher who began writing 50 years ago and died in 1958. The earliest section, city poems, is the most flatly innocuous: ""I like the city;/ I find many things to do./ I play in the park,/ I go to the zoo. . .The store around the comer/ Has groceries to sell/ I go there with my mother;/ I like that very well. . . Our roof is an interesting/ Place to play./ I like to go there/ Whenever I may."" One problem, as the above quotes indicate, is that instead of building up to anything the quatrains usually just peter out at the end. The section on traveling ("". . . In taxi, the train/ I'm off once again. . ."") is unlikely to jolt anyone awake, although once Tippett gets out into the country he begins to make some closer Of still unstartling) observations -- about different small animals (i.e. the title poem) and about children's play in the rain, snow and autumn woods (""I can rustle the leaves/ In autumn/ And I can make a bed/ In the thick dry leaves/ That have fallen/ From the bare trees/ Overhead""). These last might well be acceptable to the quieter sort of child -- but do we really need still another round of verse that ends when ""Spring rain is washing/ Everything clean?