There was a farmer had a dog, And Bingo was his name-o! B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, And Bingo was his name-o! This wasn't your average farm dog, with floppy brown ears, Bingo was a whiz, dispelling all fears. He could herd the sheep with a bark and a glance, And chase off the crows with a playful, happy prance. One crisp autumn day, a playful breeze blew, Scattering the farmer's apples, a sight rather blue. Apples rolled this way, and apples rolled that, The farmer despaired, with a sigh and a pat On Bingo's furry head. "Oh, Bingo, my friend, Can you help me gather these apples, without end?" Bingo, with a wag of his tail, understood, He dashed through the orchard, as fast as he could. He nudged fallen apples with his wet, black nose, Guiding them back to the basket, wherever they chose. Red ones and yellow, green ones so tart, Bingo gathered them all, playing his herding part. Soon, the basket overflowed, a bountiful sight, The farmer beamed proudly, his face shining bright. "Thank you, Bingo!" he chortled with glee, "The best dog a farmer could ever wish to see!" Bingo, with a happy bark and a lick on the hand, Knew he'd done his duty, across the vast land. For Bingo, the farmdog, was more than just fun, He was a loyal companion, the best work was done!