J loves it when we sing Old MacDonald. He recognises the tune and sometimes even stops grizzling when either of us sing it. You join us mid-song after the verses on cat, dog, pig, duck, sheep, cow and chicken.
Me: ...and on that farm he had a... lion.
EE-I-EE-I-O.
With a roar roar here and a roar roar there,
here a roar, there a roar, everywhere a roar roar!
W: Old MacDonald has his own safari park by the sounds of it.
Me: You can't beat a bit of farm diversification in these straitened times.
W: You can probably get a government grant for that. What's next? A rhino?
Me: I've no idea what a rhino sounds like.
W: Neither do I.
Me: Mmm... (writer's note: you know the tune, I'm not treating you to it every time) ...and on that farm he had a golf course.
Both: EE-I-EE-I-O.
With a swing swing here and a putt putt there,
here a swing, there a putt, everywhere a hole in one...
W: What else?
Me: Another one? Well...
...and on that farm he had a farm shop.
Both: EE-I-EE-I-O.
Me: With an organic cabbage here and an expensive jam there,
here a ker-ching!, there a ker-ching!, everywhere a ker-ching!
Old MacDonald had a farm.
Both: EE-I-EE-I-O .
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