There was a nice lady who lived on a
farm
She raised chickens and pigs and stayed
out of harm
Had a big garden and fruit bushes too
And three blind cats who ate all the
rats
And on her farm she had a small still
In a small shed at the bottom of the
hill
She had three husbands all buried in a
row
They mostly died from drinking her
swill
She'd been on a space ship that took
her to Mars
Always been fortuitous since visiting
the stars
They'd taught her of magics and strange
looking men
And showed her the wonders in a time
back when
She talked with the ghosts when she
made a good batch
About life in the suburbs and high in
Nepal
She knew all the wisdom of wise men
she'd catch
In her journeys to remote places over
the dell
Her dress was impeccable as was her
mind
And bamboozled her neighbors with
merely a wink
Wives would find broomsticks to beat
their behind
When husbands were tempted to have a
small drink
There was a nice lady who lived on a
farm
It's a mystery to fathom her gracious
good charm
Her beasties all loved her except for
one cat
Who'd never recovered after a fall in
the vat
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