Little Raccoon appears only on the sidelines, often peering up intently at the words which dribble down the page, one or two to the line. Moore has few enough ideas; even in this handful of tiny poems some of her devices begin to pall, particularly the ""surprise"" last verse. But she uses sounds quite effectively--best of all in a rain poem that flows ""wet fur/ wet feather/ weather."" And Little Raccoon's reactions to ""bug burly bumble bee,"" snake and porcupine will be sure to evoke ah's of recognition.