There once was a farmer who lived on a rock,
He sat in the meadows just shaking his
Fist at the boys who were down by the crick,
Their feet in the water, their hands on their
marbles, and playthings, and at half past four,
Came a young lady she looked like a
Pretty young creature, she sat on the grass,
She lifted her skirt and showed them her
Rumples and laces, and white fluffy duck,
She said she was learning a new way to
Bring up her children so they would not spit,
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 fellow, down by the dock,
He looked like a man with a sizeable
Home in the meadows, with a big fence out front,
And if he asked nicely 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,
And then she'd bend over and suck on his
Candy, so tasty, made from butterscotch,
And then he'd spread whip cream all over her
Cookies that she had left on her shelf,
If you think this is dirty, you can go **** yourself!
=D Epicest song ever.