Old Macdonald Had a Baby
Here's a story about Old Macdonald
The one who had that farm
They only told us part of it
But they really didn't mean no harm
Old Macdonald Mack for short
Did things that others can't
He took care of all those animals
Next door to a nuclear plant
The cows had nine udders each
Some of them had three heads
And that could be a problem
When it was time for them to be fed
He had goats with camel faces
And even chickens with lips
He also had a few acrobat mules
That could dance and do a few flips
Now Mack stayed pretty much busy
There was no time to hang his head
If he felt down he'd talk to the horses
For they could talk like Mr Ed
Even his coon dog was affected
Coons, he no longer chased
He thought he was a ballerina
With a tutu around his waist
Then one day Mack had an Idea
While he was doing some fishin'
He'd open up a freak show
And then he'd charge admission
It came to past that Mack got rich
And he moved far away
They say that poor man's pregnant
And he's got twins on the way
So that was the many problems
That Old Macdonald faced
So the next time you sing that song
Don't forget the nuclear waste
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