I picked up this intriguing children's book in the Oxfam Bookshop a couple of weeks ago. From the cover, it appears to be a teenage self-help title, but actually, it's a poem. Not a collection of several poems, just the one. The interior illustrations are totally different and much more interesting in my view:
I love that black-line-with-one-colour style; so 60s. The last page is my favourite; the legs along the top are just fab.
It's written and illustrated by Rosalind Welcher, who sounds like a right go-getter from the back cover blurb (writer, illustrator, designer, printmaker, cook, ardent sailor, woodland-owner), and first published in 1967. It's a lovely little book and so unlike anything that would be published today.