by Joe Sabia (Author)
The rhymes of Mother Goose have become so ingrained into our consciousness that many of us, even in our adult years, can recite them by heart. Mother Goose rhymes, in a variety of languages, have become almost legendary to our civilization. That said, the author of this collection hopes there is ample space on nursery bookshelves for a smattering of rhymes of a contemporary nonsense and amateurish philosophy. He has elected to call himself Poppa Gander, a name that came to him out of oblivion and that, in one brief, rewarding instant the muse, Erato, was gracious enough to bless him.
Because the author is a denizen of today, his rhymes have more to do with the urban environment than with the rural. But the yet-unpolluted minds of children whether city or country bred are a fertile soil for the planting of wonderment, fantasy, and a healthy portion of sillyness and nonsense. No man-made vehicle can ever travel so far, or move so swiftly as does the imagination of a child.