20 November 2012
There was an old farmer Who lived on a rock He sat in the meadow Just shaking his
Fist at some boys Who were down by the crick Their feet in the water Their hands on their
Marbles and playthings And at half past four There came a young lady She looked like a
Pretty young creature She sat on the grass She pulled up her dress And she showed them her
Ruffles and laces And white fluffy duck She said she was learning A new way to
Bring up her children So they would not spit 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 fellow Down by the dock He looked like a man With a sizable
Home in the country With a big fence out front And if he asked her 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 hand With a movement so quick And then she'd bend over And suck on his
Candy, so tasty Made of butterscotch And then he'd spread whipped cream All over her
Cookies that she had Left out on her shelf If you think this is dirty You can go **** yourself!
The Assumption Song • Opuss № I