Old MacDonald’s Farm

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?

Old Macdonald has a farm, in the danger zone.
Cause on his farm, he once had soil, now its sand and stone.
With twisters here,
Windstorms there,
Soil bakes,
Then it flakes,
It flies to the east
Passed the great five lakes,
La Nina’s it.
Don’t be dumb.
Take our word
We’re your chum.
Old Macdonald needs some dirt. Oh, just get a loan.

Old Macdonald has a farm. Now it’s just bright sparks
And on his farm, he once had herds–instead of smoky marks.
Dry lightning here,
Rumbling there,
That’s a corpse,
His poor zapped horse.
Soil to the east
It flies to the lakes.
La Nina’s it.
CO2s for flakes.
Ethanol’s here
Parasites there
Old Macdonald scans the sky. How come there’s no rain?

Old Macdonald has a farm. Now he stays awake.
And on his farm the corn fields bake. Ain’t no booze to make.
The wells are mud.
The pump’s a dud.
Biofuel’s hot.
Ethanol’s not.
Eat a steak
From a corpse,
No one cares,
That’s a horse!
Soil to the east
Storms from the west,
La Nina’s it.
Greens are pests.
There’s a profit
In your sights.
Sorry Mac,
About crop blights,
Try voodoo seeds.
We’re in gear,
To do good deeds,
Help is near
For the affliction,
Global Warming?
Nonsense friend
It’s science fiction!
Old Macdonald has a doubt. Questions have begun.

Old Macdonald had a loss. Just what has he done?
And on his farm he has a drought. Oh, it’s just the sun.
With dry crops here.
Dead trees there
The creek is down.
Pumping’s pricey.
Diesel feeds ‘em,
The charge is dicey.
We see cash
At your feet
That can’t be.
My dirt’s concrete.
A solar farm!
There’s the charm.
Have a feast.
There’s no harm.
Soil to the east
Storms from the west,
Old Macdonald has a clue. It ain’t free watts and dough.

Old Macdonald had a farm. Macs become a crooner.
Questioning advice it’s his response: Shoulda’ gone solar sooner.
Your future’s glad
The news ain’t sad.
Shale’s a gas,
Green is bad,
Take our word:
Fracking’s rad.
Subsidies,
Define the course.
Coal’s the winner.
And the source,
Of aerosols.
It’ll end this mess.
Cure the warming
And distress,
But air pollution
Clouds the array.
The kids all cough.
Bees die away.
Love your dust.
It’s a must.
There’s always storms.
‘Cause they’re the norm
Old Macdonald had a farm. Asthma’s just conjecture.

Old Macdonald may lose his farm. He had the wrong figure
‘Cause on his farm Mac got deceit. Now his kids eat Trigger.
‘Cause hey, they said.
Everythings’s fine.
Take it easy, Mac.
This new crop’s fine.
We’ve balmy weather
Take our counsel,
It’s no gamble
Work the bramble.
Our plan’s divine
To push red wine.
Greens are quacks.
We’ve got your back.
Old Macdonald has a job. Making booze and wine

Old Macdonald lost his land, Gee. I see Mac failed.
‘Cause his farm, did a Dorothy Gale. Now his life’s derailed.
Instead of food
He tried to collude.
His loan’s a goner.
Now he’s screwed.
Ain’t no way
To meet cash demands.
Because a desert.
Ain’t arable land!
Sterile seeds
Are a scam.
Ethanol’s jammed.
Solar’s slow.
Wine he knows
Is tough to grow.
Blight likes hot.
Roots will rot.
So they say:
We’re the fate.
You’re real estate,
So irrigate,
Here’s what you owe
Get a new loan…Or vacate.
Old Macdonald lost his farm. Now he knocks back booze.