The first song I ever learned.

There once was a farmer who lived by a crick
A decent young farmer who played with his
marbles In springtime, with a lady next door
You could tell by her actionbs that she was a
decent Young lady she laid in the grass
every time she rolled over she showed her bare
Fashions and features she could swim like a duck
She showed all the farmers a French way to
Bring up the children, she taught them to knit
While the boys in the barnyard were shovelling out the
Contents of the stable out onto the grass
If you dont like my story you can kiss my bare
Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
If horse turds were muffins we would eat til we died.