This is indeed a Billy Sook. A really Billy Sook. Or a silly book? I'm not sure if this book is supposed to make you think like a dyslexic or not. My brother could read it quick and loud, while I struggled. When I tried to read it as written it was more than a tongue twister, it was a tongue knot. When I let my mind read it how it wanted to, it had its typical Silverstein flow, but lost some, but not much, of its magic.