Old MacDonald's Bookstore

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

And in this store he had some fiction, e-i-e-i-o.

            With a giggle here

            And big sigh there,

            Here a tear, there a chill,

            Everywhere a heart’s fill.

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

And in this store he had romances, e-i-e-i-o.

            With a couple here,

            And hand-holding there,

            Here a slap, there a kiss,

            Everywhere wedded bliss.

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

 
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

And in this store he had suspense, e-i-e-i-o.

            With a shadow here

            And a bad guy there,

            Here a gun, there a race,

            Everywhere a car chase.

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

And in this store he had westerns, e-i-e-i-o.

            With a cowboy here

            And a shootout there,

            Here a horse, there a train,

            Everywhere a broken pane.

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

And in this store he had sci-fi, e-i-e-i-o.

            With a space ship here

            And aliens there,
            Here a phaser, there a robot,
            Everywhere are gadgets sought.
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

And in this store he had mysteries, e-i-e-i-o.
            With a murder here
            And a suspect there,
            Here the means, there some clues
            Everywhere case reviews.
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.
And in this store he had woman’s fiction, e-i-e-i-o.
            With a girlfriend here
            And a husband there,
            Here a child, there a fight
            Everywhere the daily plight.
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.

And in this store he had some horror, e-i-e-i-o.
           With a demon here
            And a locked door there,
            Here a scream, there a bump,
            Everywhere heart’s thump-thump.
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.
 
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.
And in this store he had historicals, e-i-e-i-o.
            With a carriage here
            And cobblestone there,
            Here a frock, there a corset,
            Everywhere dust and sweat.
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.
 
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.
And in this store he had fantasies, e-i-e-i-o.
            With a castle here
            And a dragon there
            Here a sword, there a bow,
            Everywhere a monstrous foe.
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.
 
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.
And in this store he had some fiction, e-i-e-i-o.
            With a giggle here
            And big sigh there,
            Here a tear there a chill
            Everywhere a heart’s fill.
Old MacDonald had a bookstore, e-i-e-i-o.