This insipid ovine litany pairs a monotonous, uninspired rhyme with poorly designed extras and bland scenes of clothed sheep at play.
Singly or in groups, the partly dressed woolly baa-baas in Munsinger’s illustrations adopt unimaginative, low-energy poses to demonstrate a long succession of “Morning lambs, / Nighttime lambs, / Lambs in a plane. // Sitting lambs, / Standing lambs, / Lambs in the rain,” and so on, and on. Additions to the right sides of each spread provide some interaction. Flaps with easily torn hinges, for instance, allow the die-cut “plane” (which isn’t even printed on both sides) to move slightly more than an inch; there are also a “snowlamb” coated in blue-grayish sparkly plastic in a winter scene and a kite with a limp segment of real string in a spring scene.
A possibility for bedtime use, considering the soporific verse and routine (at best) “enhancements.” (Novelty. 2-5)