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.
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