Rosemary Nice: Free Range

Free Range

Down on Old Macdonald's farm
When the lorry arrived there was deadly calm
Not a beast on show.

Then the word began to spread, what Macdonald had said -
'Get 'em out, clear 'em out, send 'em off for junk-food !'

Old Macdonald stood and stared
Speechless with dismay
At the whole of his stock in a furious flock
Galloping away -

With a grunt-squawk here and a moo-quack there
Feathers fly, trotters high, dump 'im in the doo-doo !

Old Macdonald had a farm.
Junk food, eh?  Hell, no !