Good morning, felinity assembled, Daddy Kiril Kundurazieff (AKA The Mad Houstonian) here.
For those, critter and human, new to this blog, I am the human companion to the chief writers of The Opinionated Pussycat, Elvira Mistress of Felinity, a 4 1/2 yr. old Tortie and her protegé, Miss Sneakers, who will turn all of one year old next month.
I am their official research assistant (I can go places they can't, plus, like the famous Doc Doolittle, I have unique language skills) and an occasional correspondent on the blog, as well.
The ballad below recently came into my possession due to circumstances shared in the next entry in this series of 5 blog posts.
It is my hope that you like it enough that your curiosity will lead you to follow the link at the end and read the, four part, story I have to share...and find both worth spreading the word about within your own circles.
One last note: It appears that the unknown writer of this ballad, in his/her choice of rhythm or meter, found inspiration in the ballads "Streets of Laredo" (recorded by a long list of humans) and "As I Walked Out" by Garrison Keillor.