The Twelve Days of Christmas Reprise

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The first day after Christmas my true love and I had a fight 
And so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite 
Then with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge 
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me 
 
The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old rubber gloves 
And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves 
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me 
 
The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup; 
I had to use the three French hens to make some chicken soup 
The four calling birds were a big mistake, for their language was obscene. 
The five gold rings were completely fake and they turned my fingers green
 
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay, 
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A. 
On the seventh day what a mess I found 
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned 
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me 
 
The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect, 
I bundled up the eight maids a milking, nine pipers piping 
Ten ladies dancing, 'leven lords a leaping, 
Twelve drummers drumming and sent them back collect 
I wrote my true love, "We are through, love", 
and I said in so many words, 
 
"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the birds!"

[David]

 

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