Old MacDonald had a farm,
E-I-E-I-O.
And on his farm, he had a thresher,
E-I-E-I-O.
With an “Ahhhh! My arm!” here
and an “Ahhh! My legs!” there,
Here an “Ahhhh!”, there an “Ahhhhh!”,
everywhere an “Ahhhhhh!” “Ahhhhh!”
Old MacDonald had a farm,
E-I-E-I-O.
Old MacDonald: The Lost Lyric
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I am assuming that you did not read that in one of your son’s books.
I might have sung it to him, though.
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