LITTLE BALL OF YARN
(Tune -

It was in the merry month of may
When the jack begin to bray
And the jennies wipe their fannies on the barn,
That I met a maiden fair
And I asked her if she dare,
Let me wind up her little ball of yarn.

She said, "But, you're a stranger
And you don't know the danger
And you might do me some great harm.
But for a five dollar bill
we can go behind the hill
You can wind up my little ball of yarn.

Nine months have passed by
In my little room I sit
Thinking I had done her no great harm,
When an Officer dress in blue
Said, "But I have come for you
As the father of that little ball of yarn

I my lonely cell I sit
With y shirt tail dipped in shit
And the maggots play billiards with my balls,
And the people as they pass
They shove peanuts up my ass
As the father of that little ball of yarn

March, 1945. Songs of the Century. A mimeographed songbook by the 100th Bomb Group, 8th US Air Force.

See online here: https://archive.org/details/1945songsofthecentury/page/n4/mode/1up?q=yarn