The Farmer

There was an old farmer who lived by a rock

He sat in the meadow a shaking is fist

At some boys who were down by the crick

Their feet in the water their hands on their marbles

And play things and in days of yore

There came a young lady she looked like a

Pretty young creature she sat on the grass

She pulled up her dresses and showed us her

Ruffles and laces laughed like a duck

She said she was learning a new way to

Bring up her children and learn them to knit

While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling

Refuse and litter from yesterday?s hunt

While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her

Eyes at the fellas like girls sometimes do

To make it clear that she wanted to

Go for a nice pleasant stroll on the grass

Then hurry back home for a nice piece of

Ice cream and cake that was three layers tall

And after desert she was ready to

Go for another walk down by the dock

With any young man with the sizable

Roll of one hundreds and a big bulge up front

If he?d asked politely she?d show him her

Little pet dog who was subject to fits

And maybe she?d let him grab hold of her

Small tender hands with a movement so quick

Then she?d bend on over and suck on his

Soda so sweetly till she finished it

Then pulled down her panties to rub on her

Hip that she bruised when she ran down the hall

Cause he tried to force her to lick on his

Candy so tasty made of butter scotch

And then he spread whip cream all over her

Cookies that she had been baking all night

If you think this is dirty you?re fucking damn right.