The old red barn,
Stood straight and tall.
It looked like it would never,
Crack, crunch, or fall.

It always stood,
Straight and tall.
But alas, today,
It wouldn't stand at all.

The old brave man,
Went into the barn.
And got out all the animals,
That lived on the farm.

As soon as he was done,
It breathed its last breath of life.
And fell like the falling,
Of a large butcher knife.

That is the end,
Of the story.
About the barn,
Taken up to glory.