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The Farmer Song
There was an old farmer who lived by a rock,
He sat in the meadow a shaking his
Fist at some boys who were down by the crick,
Their feet in the water, their hands on their
Marbles and playthings 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 and white fluffy duck (QUACK)
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 yesterdays hunt
And the girl in the meadow was rubbing her
Eyes at the fellows as girls sometimes do
To make it quite clear that she wanted to
Go for a nice pleasant stroll in the grass
Then hurry back home for a nice piece of
Ice cream and cake that stood three layers tall
And after dessert she'd be ready to
Go for another walk down by the dock
With any young man with a sizeable
Roll of one-hundreds and a big bulge up front
If he'd ask 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
That she'd bend on over and suck on his
Soda so sweetly 'til she finished it
Then pull up her dresses to rub on her
Hip that she bruised when she ran down the halls
'Cause he tried to force her to suck on his
Candy so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he spread whipped cream all over her
Cookies that she had been baking all night
If you think this is dirty, you're FUCKING WELL RIGHT!!!!!!!!
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