Old Macdonald has a farm. E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm, he has some corn. Wow! I see. Why moan?
His corn was food,
Now its booze,
Ethanol’s here
Revenue’s clear.
Old Macdonald had a farm. So, he grows Old Crow.
Old Macdonald scans the farm. It’s either floods or drought
On his farm, he had a twister. Some strange weather, mister.
What’s the cause?
Mac starts to mope.
La Nina’s it.
CO2’s for dopes.
Ethanol’s here
Buy ever clear.
Old Macdonald had a farm. It’s wacky storms. So what?