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Old McDonald had a farm
I visited one fine day
Coerced the animals into my van
Then quickly drove away

Drove them all back to my house
To be Butlers and Maids
Now doesn't that sound much better
Than domesticated animal slaves

Feeling so good about myself
I should have done this years ago
Not realizing you can take the animal out of the farm
And that I was about to eat some crow

Cause the Cows broke more dishes than they cleaned
The Pigs were nothing but a mess
I asked the Sheep to sweep but all they did was bleat
Never understanding a single word I said

The Chickens grits were always lumpy
And they wouldn't dare fry an egg
No matter how hard it is I tried
I couldn't get breakfast through their heads

The Horse's dusting job was a disaster
Tails sweeping everything on the floor
From picture frames to books and lamp shades
Knowing I couldn't handle this anymore

I packed them all back into the van
But not to set them run wild loose
There was a certain giggling madness to my plan
As I pulled up late night to the Zoo

Let's call it a little midnight finagle  
A semi slight of hand
It wasn't like I was stealing
More like a trade or a transplant

I left behind all those worthless farm animals
Since no one was considerate enough to warn me
I'm sure the Zoo keepers will be mighty surprised
When they arrive in the morning

And find roaming in all the cages
Old McDonald's farm animals, no thank you very much
While I'm at home with the Lions mowing the lawn
And the Penguins gladly making me lunch

The Giraffes out back trimming the tall shrubs that I have
With the Rhinos washing both the cars
It's only been a day but believe me when I say
This is much better by far

I think here a valuable lesson was learned
Far be it for me to do name dropping
But if your ever out and about needing help at the house
Do yourself a favor and start off with Zoo shopping
My heart shouldn’t have profusely bled
I saw her face only once
a moment’s crossing in a moment paid
not meant for a second chance!

The fire shouldn’t have leapt in me
she was a doomed emotion
trying to live in my penned poetry
meant to be only a notion!

My mind shouldn’t have imprisoned her
caged her from one mere glance
lived the phantom of an absurd affair
spilled ink in a mad trance!

I shouldn’t have sought her anymore
searched in the wild her trace
she couldn’t be my paramour
I saw from the crowd her face!
Can you tell me where it is
Can you show me where it's at
Could you please share with me
If there's any of it left

Maybe just a pinch
Perhaps a line or two
Don't you know if I had some
That I would share with you

Never seen it in a bottle
Nor in a leather pouch
But know that when you take it
It brings on a smile

Doesn't come in ounces
Or in bulk by the pound
As good as this stuff is
You'd think there'd be more around

We've all heard so much about it
And it's how we'd love to live
No need to do without it
Take that hit of happiness

We could all be junkies
Craving the latest fix
Slapping on our backs that monkey
Being happy happiness addicts
Every day feels like Christmas
For the gifts that God doest bring
Immanuel here with us
Glory to the risen King

Enjoying daily His presence
The gift we all can share
In perfect harmony His essence
A sweet fragrance in the air

Wrapped up in forgiveness
Done up in a bow of grace
That is why it feels like Christmas
Every single day
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