Johnny Apple Steed Would Plant His Seeds With A Much Handied Tool. Poem by Michael Gale

Johnny Apple Steed was his name to fame...
He wandered along lots of countryside.
His feats to farms and barns...
He planted his seeds to nightly dames.
His seeds came up so neary high...
He met the farmer's daughter.
So named-as Nellie Bligh.
He'd seek out younder fertile lands...
To plow with his, his stud farmed ways.
He'd talk his way to many a damsels bed...
To plant his seed as sired stays.
He'd ride atop the damsel Bligh...
Just to see her wares.
He'd share his seed and studded service...
Just to get along.
He'd disguise his well hung traditions...
Planting seedlings far and wide.
He'd sweet talk all the ladies...
So they'd have a drink or two.
He'd get them drunk with Brandy...
Just so he could just dip his tool.
He was just so handy...
Never-never the sober fool.