The Twelve Days

The Twelve Days

The Twelve Days After Christmas

The primary day after Christmas
My real love and I had a combat
And so I chopped the pear tree down
And burnt it, only for spite

Then with a single cartridge
I shot that blasted partridge

My real love, my real love, my real love gave to me.

The second day after Christmas
I pulled on the outdated rubber gloves
And really gently wrung the necks
Of each the turtle doves

My real love, my real love, my real love gave to me.

On the third day after Christmas
My mom caught the croup
I had to make use of the three French hens
To make some rooster soup [peop100078_x51.WMF (46812 bytes)]

The 4 calling birds had been a giant mistake
For his or her language was obscene
The 5 golden rings had been fully pretend
and turned my fingers inexperienced.

The sixth day after Christmas
The six laying geese would not lay
So I despatched the entire darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A.

On the seventh day, what a large number I discovered
The seven swans-a-swimming all had drowned
(I feel there is amy real love gave to mein right here someplace)

The eighth day after Christmas
Earlier than they may suspect
I bundled up the
Eight maids-a-milking
9 women dancing
Ten lords-a-leaping
Eleven pipers piping
Twelve drummers drummingproperly, truly I stored one of many
And despatched them again acquire

I wrote my real love
We’re by, love!”
And I mentioned in so many phrases
Moreover your Christmas presents had been for the
(Soprani) Birds!”

(Everybody else) 4 calling birds,
Three french hens,
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree!”

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