Oh, how about ...

Ellie Mae

I sure thought a lot of Ellie Mae,
She was a special lady in the golden hay,
I wanted her to melt right in my arms,
As I poked away into her little charms.

She always had the fellers there a'waitin',
In lines that never seemed to be abatin',
But I knew that I was special in her eyes,
With me she opened them there once or twice.