what the fuck arrow there is no nsfw here
There was an old farmer who lived on a rockHe sat in the meadow just shaking hisFist at some boys who were down by the crickTheir feet in the water, their hands on theirMarbles and play things at a half passed fourThere came a young lady who looked like aPretty, young creatureShe sat on the grass, she pulled up her dressAnd she showed them herRuffles, and laces and white fluffy duckShe said she was learning a new way toBring up her children, so they would not spitWhile the boys in the barnyard were shovelingRefuse, and litter from yesterday's huntWhile the girl in the meadow was rubbing herEyes at the fellow, down by the dockHe looked like a man with a sizableHome in the country, with a big fence out frontIf he asked her politely, she'd show him herLittle pet dog, who was subject to fitsAnd maybe she'd let him grab hold of herSmall, tender hands with a movement so quickAnd then she'd bend over and suck on hisCandy, so tasty made of butterscotchAnd then he'd spread whip cream all over herCookies that she had left out on her shelf