WE WERE TIRED OF LIVING IN A HOUSE

At odds with their mother and father, four raffish youngsters pack their belongings and set up housekeeping successively in a tree (""until we tumbled out""), on a raft on the pond (""until we sank""), in a cave (""until we met the bears""), at the seashore (""but the tides kept washing us out""); ""So we packed our bag with sweaters/ and scarlet leaves and gold/ and a frog who was a particular friend/ and precious stones that caught and held the sun/ and seashells singing like the surf./ And we went home to live in a house."" The swinging refrain is rather fun but the situations totter between fantasy and feyness and the black and white pages need a little color to offset the Our Gang caricature of the kids.