There once was a farmer who sat on a rock
chewing his whiskers, shaking his
finger at another who sat by the crick
watching a little boy play with his
comics and marbles and gay things galore
when along came a girly who looked like a
decent young lady who sat on the grass
and when she rolled over she showed us her
ruffles and tuffles and sometimes a tuck
and told us she was learning a new way to
raiser her young children, to sew, and to knit
while men in the barnyard were shoveling
cornstalks and taters and beans by the peck
and that is the end of my story by heck!
