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Ball of Yarn
In the merry month of May when the lambs did sport and play,
I went to take a walk around the town.|
I met a pretty miss and politely asked her this:
"Will you let me wind your little ball of yarn?"
Chorus:
Ball of yarn, ball of yarn,
It was then I wound her little ball of yarn.
Ball of yarn, ball of yarn,
It was then I wound her little ball of yarn.
With my arm about her waist, we went to a quiet place,
And I gently laid her down upon the grass.
While the birdies and the bees did the same among the trees,
She let me wind her little ball of yarn.
It was shortly after this I went out to take a piss
And to see if she had done me any harm
With her crack beneath her lap, she had given me the clap
When she let me wind her little ball of yarn.
It was nine months after that in a bar room where I sat,
A policeman put his hand upon my arm.
Said the officer in blue, "Now, young man, we're after you
Just for winding up that little ball of yarn."
To the judge straightway we went, and I offered to repent,
But the judge said, "I do not give a darn.
Guilty in the first degree! To the penitentiary
Just for winding up that little ball of yarn."
In the jailhouse I sit with my fingers dipped in shit,
And the bedbugs play billiards with my balls.
And the women as they pass stick their hatpins up my ass
Just for winding up that little ball of yarn. | 