We must return to the times when Artists and and Actors were buried at a crossroads in unhallowed ground.
They would come to town, sweet talk the local talent, if you remember our youth a good line was the fine line, and nine months later a local youth had to claim paternity at the church door, no DNA in those days, offtime after drawing straws, for the more adventurous women.
Thus the gene pool expands in most small villages, women are interesting creatures.
How you know
I am source of your knockup?
The Mud Elephant,
wading through the sea,
leaves no tracks.
The Fugs - 1969