Det här är bara roligt, icke-naken

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 creek.

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 ******** so they would not spit.

While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling refuse and litter from yesterday's hunt.