A clean, unmarked book with a tight binding. Price-clipped dust jacket. Previous owner's name on front endpaper. Tan paper-covered boards with maroon cloth spine. 100 pages. 5 1/8"w x 7 5/8"h.
Verses full of bubbling nonsense and rhythm, written for the author's son, Christopher Robin. It is for "very small children (and for their elders who get a surreptitious joy from what is meant for their little ones)."" -- "Sunday Review," 1924