Catcher in the rye

Well, Jenny’s a sweet young body, Jenny’s seldom dry,
Draggled her petticoatie, comin’ through the rye.
If a body meet a body comin’ through the rye,
If a body kiss a body, need a body cry?
All the lassies have their laddies, Nane they say, have I;
But all the laddies smile at me, Comin’ through the rye.
Well, Jenny’s a sweet young body, Jenny’s seldom dry,
Draggled her petticoatie, comin’ through the rye.
If a body meet a body, comin’ from the town,
If a body kiss a body, need a body frown?
If a body meet a body, comin’ from the glen,
If a body kiss a body, need a body ken?
If a body meet a body comin’ through the rye,
If a body catch a body, need a body cry?
All the lassies have their laddies, Nane they say, have I;
But all the laddies smile at me, Comin’ through the rye.
~Robert Burns

Who knew Robert Burns had such intimate knowledge of my petticoats.

J.D. Salinger is dead.