A few days ago I wrote about the many animals that have featured in my tics over the years. Catwings, a regular reader of this blog, left a comment suggesting I do a ticced version of Old McDonald.

The second I read her comment my tics took the bait and I started to sing. So for Catwings and everyone else, here it is:

“Old McDonald had a sheep, ee-i-ee-i-o
And on that sheep he had a horse,
I owe you, I owe you, I owe you, o.

Old McDonald had a flea, ee-i-ee-i-o
And on that flea he had a vacuum cleaner, ee-i-ee-i-o.
With a disco dog here, and a disco dog there,
Here a dog there a dog everywhere a dog, dog.

Old McDonald had a farm and a model of batman barking, ee-i-ee-i-o.
With a rusty screw here and a rusty screw there, everywhere a tetanus risk, ee-i-ee-i-o.

Old McDonald had a date, ee-i-ee-i-o,
And on that date he had a unicycle, ee-i-ee-i-o.

Old McDonald had a farm covered in old dog piss, and on that farm he had a bear, ee-i-ee-i-o.
With a big bear here and a little bear there.
Here a bear, there a bear everywhere a bare bear.
Old McDonald had a farm, ee-i-ee-i-o.

Old McDonald had a muesli factory, ee-i-ee-i-o.
With a preference for ten types of grain ee-i-ee-i-o.

Old McDonald had a farm, tenant farmer, ee-i-ee-i-o.
With a windcheater here and windcheater there, everywhere too much fleece, ee-i-ee-i-o.

Old McDonald had farm and several versions of the Encyclopedia Britannica in his back room, some old tins of paint in the shed and congealed autumn under his feet ee-i-ee-i-o.”

Who knows, perhaps this’ll take off and become an anthem for farmers everywhere.