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.