Where Ignorance Is Bliss?

I read a yarn the other night, A mighty good one, too, But coming to these words, I grinned, A natural thing to do.

Suppose instead of standard lamps With glittering globes, opaque, We'd apple trees on Granville Street For naughty boys to shake?

Or where our stores on Hastings Street Behind their crystal panes Display such tempting wares to us, We'd rows of raspberry canes?

I wondered with the speaker, "What The blazes," as he said, "Put apples and Vancouver Into the author's head."

No doubt, of course, he meant B. C., But 'tis not ours to blame. If our fair city has achieved The more familiar name?

But then on second thoughts I knew That anyone might make— Because of blissful ignorance— A similar mistake.

A lesson from this error stands Before us clear and plain, Attend our lectures every week When they begin again!