The only thing sadder than watching a stand-up comedian "dying" on stage is watching a children's entertainer in the same situation. And this book is the literary equivalent.

I have a high tolerance for cornball humour. But this entire book is a menagerie of facepalm-inducing, fifth-rate barnyard puns. Mercifully, the majority of the offences against wordplay will fly over the heads of the target audience, but they'll hit adult readers square in the kisser, and the resultant eggy miasma will be hard to disperse.

"Yo Mama Goose?" What were they thinking?? ( )

With a poetry-slamming goose named Yo Mama, you know it's got to be good. I'm being sarcastic. This story is cringe-worthy cornball, and I disagree with SLJ and Kirkus, and say skip it. Even PW knows "Adults may groan," so I'm actually not alone here. Save your dough. ( )