ABSTRACT
While taking a stretch in the hall as a relief from marking final examinations, I met Mr. Richard Furlong, then of the Bursar's Office, who asked to see our Uher portable tape recorder. We returned to my office and he looked at it. Then I started to read examinations again while he looked at books on my shelves. He pulled out Sackville-West's Nursery Rhymes and saw a story (p. 27) that reminded him of one he used to tell his children. He began to recite it almost in a chant. I grabbed pencil and paper, and taking the book from him, asked him to say it the way he usually told it so that I might write it down. He then told it.
