Post by Gavin Gyaos on Sept 3, 2007 11:29:25 GMT -5
There was an old farmer who sat on a rock
Stroking his whiskers and shaking his
Fist at his neighbors who sat on their ricks
Teaching their children to play with their
Kite strings and marbles in the old days of yore
Along came a lady who looked like a
Decent young lady and walked like duck
Said shed discovered a new way to
Bring up the children to sew and to knit
and they boys in the stables were shoveling up
Contents of stables left after the hunt
The barman was feeling a nice piece of
Straw from the stables while cleaning the walls
In came the dairymaid to play with his
Dog in the dairy where she did belong
And if you think this is dirty well your fucking well wrong.
Stroking his whiskers and shaking his
Fist at his neighbors who sat on their ricks
Teaching their children to play with their
Kite strings and marbles in the old days of yore
Along came a lady who looked like a
Decent young lady and walked like duck
Said shed discovered a new way to
Bring up the children to sew and to knit
and they boys in the stables were shoveling up
Contents of stables left after the hunt
The barman was feeling a nice piece of
Straw from the stables while cleaning the walls
In came the dairymaid to play with his
Dog in the dairy where she did belong
And if you think this is dirty well your fucking well wrong.
