Old MacDonald Had a Farm

Old MacDonald Had a Farm

Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O! And on that farm he had a cow, E-I-E-I-O! With a moo moo here and a moo moo there, Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo moo, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O! But Old MacDonald wasn't your typical farmer, content with the usual fare. His farm wasn't just filled with cows and pigs, but creatures quite rare. He had a family of alpacas, with coats as soft as snow, Their gentle hums replacing the mooing, a calming, peaceful flow. (E-I-E-I-hum!) He had a colony of honeybees, buzzing happily all day, Their hives a symphony of industry, where they worked and they played. (E-I-E-I-buzz!) He even had a pair of shy koalas, munching on eucalyptus leaves, Their sleepy eyes and slow movements, a sight that always relieves. (E-I-E-I-munch!) Of course, he still had some classic farmyard friends, a horse with a whinny so grand, (E-I-E-I-neigh!) A flock of fluffy sheep with a baa-ing band, (E-I-E-I-baa!) And a gaggle of geese with a honking parade, (E-I-E-I-honk!) Old MacDonald's farm was a menagerie of delight, A place where all creatures, big and small, lived in harmony, day and night. He believed that every animal, no matter how strange or far-flung, Had a special song to sing, a unique melody to be sung. So, children from all around would visit, with wide-eyed wonder and glee, To learn about the different creatures, and the music of their symphony. For Old MacDonald's farm wasn't just about profit or gain, But about celebrating the beauty of nature, in sunshine or rain. (E-I-E-I-O!)