THE BALLAD OF THE TAYLOR PUP

Now lithe and listen, gentles all,

Now lithe ye all and hark

Unto a ballad I shall sing

About Buena Park.

Of all the wonders happening there

The strangest hap befell

Upon a famous Aprile morn,

As I you now shall tell.

It is about the Taylor pup

And of his mistress eke

And of the prankish time they had

That I am fain to speak.