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 play things 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 rumples 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 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 hands with a movement so quick And then she'd lean down to suck on his candy So tasty made of butterscotch