I figured if I closed the door
This wouldn't happen anymore
To give me gifts that I abhor
I'm not the one that you adore.
It's happened time and time again
I fear we're now upon day ten.
So many people surrounding me
My life's become a comedy.
Eight maids a milking as many cows,
There's the Nine ladies dancing now.
And if you were wondering where's the men
Lords a Leaping I've got ten.
Prima donnas on their feet
Lords a leaping like to eat
Maids a milking up at dawn
My true love this just can't go on!
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