There once was a farmer whose name was rick.
And every night he would play with his,
banjo in the moonlight to the girl next door,
by looking at her you could tell she was a,
fine young lady who walked like a duck,
who promised to teach him to love and to,
raise find children the girls to knit,
the boys to shovel great piles of, wheat and barley,
the storys I tell, and if you don't like them you can just go to
SLEEP!