This was published posthumously, as, I believe, was Shel Silverstein’s first collection of poems (Don’t Bump the Glump), and I am glad to have a chance, as an adult, to read two more books from the pen of my favorite childhood poet. In many ways, Runny Babbit is a typical collection of Shel Silverstein poetry, but with two differences from his norm: they all deal with the same central character (Runny Babbit), and the letters of some words are switched.
I read this together with my daughter, and she enjoyed “decoding” the poems for a while. I thought it was a good exercise in phonics and reading for her to try to figure out what the words were supposed to be. She could do it about 60 percent of the time on her own, and the other forty percent of the time I’d nudge her with “switch the __ and the __” to help her along. After a while, she got tired of this exercise, and I began reading the poems to her more quickly “in translation,” as the words should be. I think if you read them as they are written, it is too hard for a kid to get the jokes within the poems themselves (though some kids will simply laugh at the joke of silly sounding words), but if you do the switcheroo as you read, many of the poems are actually quite clever of their own accord, and several have the trademark Shel Silverstein funny twist. (I especially liked the one where Runny Babit’s friends left with chicken pox.)
Reading this book requires more effort and interaction than is typical for our nighttime reading, and I probably would not want to do it again, but as an exercise in thought, and for the general quality of the poems, I give the stook four bars.