Old Farmer Johnson

Along the trail on a summers eve A full moon so bright it lights up the sky The cracking of the branches from my horses hoofs Yet a great silence across the opened brook Along the path I see up ahead is old farmer Johnson Walking ahead I can tell by his limp he is weary and tired I ride up beside him and I said hello Well hello Susan how do you do I see your out ridding this warm summer eve I am well farmer Johnson do you need a ride Why thank you Susan I am much obliged I stop the carriage to let him in and he smiles with a grin As we ride slowly down this path with a full moon over the path I feel farmer Johnson touching my knee Oh farmers Johnson what are you doing Do you not like my hand fondling your knee Oh yes farmer Johnson that feels quit good to me His hand keeps moving in places I cannot say Is your husband home he asks with a sly look in his eyes Oh farmer Johnson you know where he is Where might he be He is sitting right next to me.