I really want to be one of those folks who contribute witty posts every single day. Unfortunately, I'm restricted by whatever thoughts my tiny little brain can squeeze out. I often have to resort to visual aids to stimulate my muse. This little ditty got me to thinking about a song from years ago that was fun to sing:
"There once was a farmer who took a young miss
In back of a barnyard and gave her a
Lecture on horses and chickens and things about eggs
And told her that she had such beautiful
Manners that suited a girl of her charms
A girl that he wanted to take in his
Washing and ironing, and then if she did
They could get married and raise lots of
Sweet violets, sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
Covered all over with sweet violets."
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Some other verses I learned:
The girl told the farmer that he'd better stop
And she called her father and he called a
Taxi and got there before very long
'Cause someone was doing his little girl -
Right for a change and so that's why he said
If you marry her, son, you're better off -
Single 'cause its always been my belief
Marriage will bring a man nothing but--
Sweet violets ...
The farmer decided he'd wed anyway
And started in planning for his wedding
Suit which he purchased for only one buck
But when she found out he was just out of
Money and so he got left in the lurch
Standing and waiting in front of the
Sweet violets ...
I love those old lays, as we call them here. Or rather THERE, where I was, back in my youth...
Ms. Sparrow, don't worry about WITTY posts. I'm a firm believer in QUANTITY, not quality, when it comes to bloggie posts...LOL...
Thanks, D#3! I had never heard the other verses. I'm glad the song has a happy ending!
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