I liked this better than Now We Are Six, the poems seemed a bit sharper and a bit more rollicking. Although perhaps that is nostalgia, for in this collection are poems I recognise and loved from when I was a kid. I still get an enormous kick out of James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree and his mum, who probably ran away to the other end of town just to get away from the insufferable little tyrant!

As a whole the collection's not perfect, there's still some too-cutesy stuff in here what with daffodils and water lily fairies and so on, but it's still a classic and (mostly) deservedly so, I think.