About 20 years ago, when I was 7, I had an awesome book. It was a bunch of poems and (I think) some stories. The book was white, and had the Pied Piper on the cover. It had a poem about a walrus and a carpenter. The one I remember best went something like this:
Not much to go on, I know, but I would love to get a copy of that book.
then something about an Aunt who had a strict regard for truth, thenMatilda told such dreadful lies
It made one gasp and stretch ones eyes
then ended withAnd when she cried fire! fire!
They only answered little liar
...Aunt returned
Matilda and the house were burned.
Not much to go on, I know, but I would love to get a copy of that book.