These jolly, rollicking and usually very rude rhymes read like junior rugby songs, full of toilets, spots, mould and pongs.
They are cheeky enough to tempt even the most reluctant reader to find out what happens when Dad goes fishing in the toilet or why dogs are so fond of lamp-posts.
Frances Perkins
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