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There was an old farmer who sat on a rock, stroking his whiskers and shaking his
fist at his neighbors who sat on their ricks, teaching their children to play with their
kitestrings and marbles in the olde days of yore, along came a lady who looked like a
decent young lady and walked like a duck--said she discovered a new way to
bring up the children to sew and to knit, the boys in the stables were shoveling up
contents of stables left after the hunt, the carman was feeling a nice piece of
straw from the stables, cleaning the walls, in came the dairmaid to play with his
dog in the dairy where she did belong, if you think this is dirty well you're fucking well wrong.
fist at his neighbors who sat on their ricks, teaching their children to play with their
kitestrings and marbles in the olde days of yore, along came a lady who looked like a
decent young lady and walked like a duck--said she discovered a new way to
bring up the children to sew and to knit, the boys in the stables were shoveling up
contents of stables left after the hunt, the carman was feeling a nice piece of
straw from the stables, cleaning the walls, in came the dairmaid to play with his
dog in the dairy where she did belong, if you think this is dirty well you're fucking well wrong.