Old MacDonald Had A Plan

Old MacDonald had a farm And all it had was cows Their constant mooing brought them harm …His wife went off the rails She bumped them off in one fell swoop And fed them though the grinder But Old Macdonald wrote a plan And popped it in a binder At the bank the manager said, “What’s your plan… in brief?” Old Macdonald said, “It’s this… I need to shift some beef!” * The manager inhaled and said, “That’s quite a cutthroat game, Your business plans are good as dead… You’ll need a great new name.”