When I was seven years old, I became a victim of Polio Meyelitis, and was laid up in bed for about seven months. Not too long after becoming ill, my father bought me a brand new book. It was the first real book I ever owned. The title was The Jumble Book, written by David Cory. It was published in 1929 by Platt & Munk.

The book was a collection of stories and poems, and featured a character named Little Sir Cat, who left the castle to seek his fortune. During his travels he met many of the nursery rhyme characters that are beloved by children and adults. I read this book over and over. Somewhere along the line, the book disappeared. I often wished that I still had it, because it was my first love.

Recently I tried to find it on the internet. I did not remember the name of the book, nor the author, and so I Googled "Little Sir Cat." I found the book on Ebay, put in a bid, and purchased the book. I received it in the mail this week. What a thrill it was to open it and see the pages that I had loved so much as a boy. This event inspired me to write the little poem that follows. I hope you enjoy it.

The Jumble Book