On the twelfth day of Christmas
We all sigh with relief:
Because this song is over
And if it wasn’t
If I kept on singing
Singing singing singing
You would all go crazy
You’d beat me with sticks
And various farm implements
And FIVE ONION RINGS (still yuck!)
Four smelly cheeses
Three french toast
Two turtle soups
And a partridge with some pears, please.
Urp.
Thank you and good night!
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