There is a widowed farmer with a young daughter
Who often likes to slip her boots and overalls off
Whenever she is left alone to mind the store
While Daddy is out tilling the back-forty

This freckled, speckled nymph of naughtiness
Enjoys skinny dipping in a rusty water trough
Doing cartwheels in the summertime sunshine
And dancing around the farm nimble and sporty

That fairskinned milkhouse maiden is well aware
Of how every Thursday at ten-thirty five
I arrive with eight bags of bushel corn feed
But she never gives my inteference much care

This Dixieland farie just darts out of sight
When tires crunch upon the gravel drive
I always consider myself more than fortunate
To catch a fleeting glimpse of her derriere

But I recently caught that rural pixie unawares
When my delivery truck overheated last week
Hiking a mile up the road with an empty jug
My misfortune was indeed truly a blessing

That unicorn was meandering in the stables
So vibrant in spirit, shimmering and sleek
Humming a tune to herself as she wandered
While in the act of lazily undressing

I took note of every auburn fleck and mole
All the way down to her abdominal mound
Where goosebumps adorned the smooth landscape
Of virgin territory bordering her thighs

I took a step nearer in an error of judgement
And a twig under my shoe made an awful sound
She realized this time there wasn't any escape
As arlarm registered in her widening eyes

I felt as if I was turning to stone in the sight
Of a fabled creature from an ancient mythology
My curiosity was little excuse for tresspassing
Today I was breaking many a societal rule

I was taken aback as she took the jug from my hand
And as I fumbled for words to an adequate apology
She dipped it in the water trough, flaunting her rear
Saying, "This coming Monday I go back to school"

Arching her breasts forward, she handed me the jug
Adding, "I'll be home by three-thirty every afternoon"
Like a mariner bespelled by the song of sirens I was
And it took my brain a while to sort this out

Accepting the parting gift from my water sprite
I said, "It would be a pleasure to see you again soon"
And after eventually limping the truck back to town
I begged the boss to rearrange my delivery route