Young John the Gard'ner, having lately got
A very rich and fertile Garden Plot,
Bragging to Joan, quoth he: "So rich a Ground
For Melons cannot in the World be found."
"That's a damn'd lie," quoth Joan, "for I can tell
A place that does your Garden far excel."
"Where's that?" says John; "In mine Arse," quoth Joan, for there
Is store of Dung and Water all the Year."