I do it when Blake writes as well as illustrates. This is a simply but very catchy little poem which follows the antics of Simpkin. He is like many children - lost in his own world, a daydreamer, a racer and runner, a little mischievous, at odds with his sister, at one with his sister, racing around lanes and falling from walls he shouldn't be on the first place.
All this is captured in Blake's immutable style with those scrawling, washed pen and ink illustrations of Blake and with only a couple of words adorning each page. All is wild and jovial until we reach an abrupt halt at the end. Who's in charge of the narrative pace? Simpkin is of course!