BALL OF YARN

'Twas a sunny day in June all the flowers were in bloom
The birds where singing gayly on the farm
When I spied a maiden fair and I said unto her there
Let me wind up your little ball of yarn

She said sir can't you see you're a stranger to me
But follow me out beyond the barn
There's a shady little noon down beside the babbling brook
Where you can wind up my little ball of yarn

Now twas nine months after that in a pool room where I sat
Never thinkin I had done her any harm
When an officer in blue said I'm looking after you
You're the father of an eight pound ball of yarn.

Now young man take my advice never stay out late at night
And you'll never lose your cherry or your charm
Be like the bluebird and the robin keep your little P* from bobbing
And you'll never wind up that little ball of yarn.

c1951. Death Rattler's [US Marine] Songbook.

Read online here: https://archive.org/details/1951deathrattlerssongbook/page/19/mode/1up?q=yarn

Another male-take-warning version.