Quack quack
His mind is full of junk
Scraps of half-digested information
From third-hand sources
A dash of religious bigotry
Seasoned with cliché-ridden
Commonplace ideas
His understanding of
The planet and universe
Has inconceivable voids
His rare excursions
Into abstract thought invariably
Produce utterances both
Risible and ridiculous
In short he has the depth
And mental clarity of a
Small puddle in the road
And the intellectual weight
Of a poppadum.
Old MacDonald had a farm
ee-i-ee-i-o
And on that farm he had a duck
ee-i-ee-i-o
With a quack quack here
And a quack quack there
Here a quack
There a quack
Everywhere a quack quack
Old MacDonald had a farm
ee-i-ee-i-o
(If there were a quacking event
In the Olympic Games
He would stand a good chance
Of representing his country).
