Reply #7: How about the 12 days AFTER Christmas?

[AirmensMom]

It's a different tune for most of it, though ...

The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped that pear tree down and burned it just for spite!
And 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 rung the necks of both those 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 golden rings were completely fake and they turned my fingers green!

The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn’t lay.
I sent the whole darn gaggle to the ASPCA.
The seventh day, what a mess I found! All seven of he 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 packaged up the
8 maids a milking,
9 ladies dancing,
10 lords a leaping,
11 pipers piping,
12 drummers drumming (well, I kept one of the leaping lords),
and sent them back collect!

I wrote my true love, “We are through, love!”
And said in so many words,
“Furthermore your Christmas gifts are for the
4 calling birds,
3 French hens,
2 Turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!”

:rofl: