In East Cork there lived a chap
Who put Ballymaloe on the map,
He started out life as a farmer
But to living it up he grew fonder.
So to his sons he gave his farms
And he set out to develop his charms
A chore for him this would not be
As charms a plenty and more had he.
He charmed the staff, he charmed the pests,
Those he charmed best must be the guests.
He would chat and laugh and giggle and praise
Until all round him spirits were raised.