Farmer Hutton and Mary Anning

Hey Farmer Hutton
Well you hit it on the button
On the button, Farmer Hutton
Aye, ye did!

You had the gritty gumption
To declare the brass assumption
That the age of planet Earth
In rocks is hid

Who's the one who sells the shells
The shells she found down by the shore?
She's the one who sells the shells
Yes, she's the sea shell seller of lore

You'd know her better if they had let her
Enroll at Oxford or Cambridge perhaps
But this sea sheller wasn't a feller
And therefore she couldn't attend with the chaps