Floyd the Flamingo and His Flock of Friends has some of the best humorous verse I've come across this year. Tiffany Stone--the pictures are by Kathryn Shoemaker--divides her Roald Dahlish poems into animals, play time, nonsense, and nighttime, but there's a zany thread apparent throughout. I love the provocativeness of "Being Bad" ("Being bad--well, just a bit--/is so much fun, I just can't quit...") and the wisdom of "Nighttime Rhyme": "I eat the stars like candy./They tingle and they fizz./And when my belly's finally full,/I'm amazed how dark it is." These are poems that demand to be read aloud. I wish Floyd were twice its 64 pages.