There was an old farmer, who sat on a rock
Stroking his whiskers and shaking his
Fist at his neighbors, who sat on their wricks
Teaching their children, to player with their
Kite strings and marbles in the old days of yore
Along came a lady who looked like
A descent young lady and walked like a duck
Said she discovered, a new way to
Bring up the children to sew and to knit
The boys in the stables where shoveling up
Contents of stables left after the hunt
The car man was feeling a nice piece of
Straw from the stables, cleaning the walls
In came the dear maid to play with his
Dog in the dairy where she did belong
If you think this is dirty well your fuckin well wrong...
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