Old MacDonald’s Farm: A poem 

Lots of chocolate and lots of chips 

Lots of Coke at my fingertips 

Old MacDonald’s farm is in splits 

The conmen have been given the slips 

There are many rows within the hedgerow 

where, without water, the flowerheads grow 

And all the laughter makes it all too slow 

There’re timeless moments above and below 

You can catch the cold and trap the heat 

All within the strike of a heartbeat 

For the dream is more real than the sleep 

You’ll get to eternity. Don’t you weep! 

For, the turkey rides the duck’s back 

And the cats and dogs are all in one pack 

The cows and pigs share the same shack 

And the horses and sheep are in full whack 

Would you ever dare to join the party? 

Here dragons, lions and tigers are hale and hearty 

Noone is a day older than forty 

The Old Lord feels he’s young as thirty