ParolesThe Farmer's Daughter

Vito Petroccitto

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There once was an old farmer that lived on a rock He sat in the meadow just shaking his FIST at some boys who were down by the creek

Their feet in the water their hands on their MARBLES and play things and at half past four They came a young woman she looked like PRETTY young creature she sat on the grass She pulled up her dress and showed them her RUFFLES and laces and white fluffy duck She said she was learning a new way to BRING up the children so they would not spit While the boys in the barnyard were shovelling REFUES and litter from yesterday's hunt While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her EYES at the fellow down by the dock He looked like a man with a size of a HOME in the country with a big fence out front If he asked her politeley she'd show him her LITTLE pet dog who was subject to fits And maybe she'd let him grab hold of her SMALL tender hands with a movement so quick And then she'd bend over and suck on his CANDY so tasty made of butterscotch And then she'd spray whip cream all over her COOKIES that she had left out on her shelf If you think this is dirty you can go **** yourself!

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