Old Mcdonald

I imagine him running in a ranch Like old McDonald who owns a farm But I never had the chance to hear his chant Does he even croon “E-I-E-I-O!” If he does, I’ll go out with him We’ll feed his mad cows sleeping at stream Wish I could get a simple life as his Dreaming I’ll wake up with a berry in my mouth Hope he feels the same way as mine But one thing I really admire him a lot He’s an all knowing guy who knows what’s right Never mind if I don’t hear his hum His words are better than his chant.