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 feeing 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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