Limerick Set 009 - Farm Critters!

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Part 9 of the 19 part series

Updated 03/19/2021
Created 10/21/2004
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There was an old Gray mule name of Rubin,
And when he heard music he'd start groovin'!
He'd start shakin' his hinie, and he'd "Hee Haw" real whinie,
And he'd really get into his croonin'!

A slack-hipped bovine cow name of Bulah,
Grew up with the odd sound of the "Hula."
When she chews and meditates, her backside shakes and gyrates,
And the milker gets knocked off his "stoola!"

An old horse raised up as a pet named Van,
Grew up listening to Dick Clark's "Bandstand!"
When he'd hear a guitar's whine, he'd whinnie "Now ain't that fine?"
And continue with "That Old Time Rock's grand!"

An old boar hog in the pen called Beacher,
Got his name from acting like the preacher.
He'd gather the pigs around, they'd squeal harmonizing sounds,
And when he sang he was a real screacher!

The old farm dog got the French name Phideaux,
Because of him doing his croonin' so slow.
If he jumped a rabbit out, he'd pooch his lips in a pout,
And persuade him to stop by croonin' low!

A barn mousing Mama cat named Francie,
Made the lifes of farm rodents real chancey.
When she heard music playing, Mama cat would start slaying,
And she'd do her job like "Charlie Mansy!"

When Elvis the Rooster started croonin',
And shake his tail, the hens would start swoonin'!
He'd have all the hens laying, from his crowing and swaying
Then he'd drop his right wing and start spoonin'!

All these critters on Old Macdonald's place,
Never made that old farmer feel disgraced.
They were just all hooked on "Rock," from the "Farmer" to his "Cock,"
And they all worked at their "Rock n Roll" pace!!

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