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There was an old farmer who lived on a rock,
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he sat in the meadow, just shaking his
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fist at the boys who were down by the crick,
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their feet in the water, their hands on their
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marbles and playthings and hand half-past four,
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there came a young lady, she looked like a
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pretty young creature she sat on the grass,
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she pulled up her dress, and she showed them her
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ruffles and laces and fluffy white duck,
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she said she was learning a new way to
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bring up her children, so they would not spit
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while the boys in the barnyard were shoveling
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refuse, and litter from yesterday's hunt
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while the girl in the meadow was rubbing her
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eye at the fellow, down by the dock
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he looked like a man with a sizable
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home in the country, with a big fence out front
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if he asked her politely, she'd show him her
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little pet dog, who was subject to fits
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and maybe she'd let him grab hold of her
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small, tender hands with a movement so quick
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and then she'd bend over and suck on his
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candy, so tasty made of butterscotch
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and then he'd spread whip cream all over her
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cookies that she had left out on her shelf
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if you think this is dirty