The Bilge Pumps - The Farmer There was an old farmer who lived by a rock He sat in the meadow a shaking is fist At some boys who were down by the crick Their feet in the water their hands on their marbles And play things and in days of yore There came a young lady she looked like a Pretty young creature she sat on the grass She pulled up her dresses and showed us her Ruffles and laces laughed like a duck She said she was learning a new way to Bring up her children and learn them to knit While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling Refuse and litter from yesterday?s hunt While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her Eyes at the fellas like girls sometimes do To make it clear that she wanted to Go for a nice pleasant stroll on the grass Then hurry back home for a nice piece of Ice cream and cake that was three layers tall And after desert she was ready to Go for another walk down by the dock With any young man with the sizable Roll of one hundreds and a big bulge up front If he?d asked politely 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 Then she?d bend on over and suck on his Soda so sweetly till she finished it Then pulled down her panties to rub on her Hip that she bruised when she ran down the hall Cause he tried to force her to lick on his Candy so tasty made of butter scotch And then he spread whip cream all over her Cookies that she had been baking all night If you think this is dirty you?re fucking damn right. ?'s [email protected]