IJMC - Twelve Days After X-mas

Well, with any luck, my twelve days after X-mas will be spent draining 
seawater from every pore on my body while recovering from too much 
underwater activity. Hopefully it will be nothing like the below cheerful 
song...which I too remember singing in high school choir...         -dave






Your "Business Xmas" has put me in mind of THIS traditional holiday song:

(not sure who wrote this, but we used to sing it in Choir in High School)

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THE TWELVE DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS:

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!
And with a single car-arr-arr-artridge I shot that blasted par-arr-arr-artridge
My true love, my-yy 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!
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 A-S-P-C-A!
The seventh day, what a mess I found!  
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned!
My true love, my-yy true LOVE, my true love gave to me...

THEEEEE eighth day after Christmas, before anyone could suspect
I bundled off the 
Eight maids a'milking
Nine pipers piping
Ten Ladies dancing
Eleven 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 are for the
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree-eeee-eeeeee-eeeeeeee!"

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