Mr McDonald

Where did he go, Mr McDonald,
did he get on a plane to China or Holland,
The red curly hair and big clumpy boots,
He disappeared when they started selling fruits,
Hamburger or Big Mac, nuggets or fries,
He just disappeared, he forgot his goodbyes,
Really though I sit and ponder,
It must make ones brain start to wonder,
A childhood mascot, no longer to be,
But if you know his location, please tell me