Twelfth Day Daze

Eleven pipers piping up a storm

And Twelve drummers drumming is not the norm

For a true love to give to someone dear

 So yes, I got the message loud and clear

Although you tried to kill my ears

In short my true love gave to me:

Twelve Drummers drumming which was just quite mean.

Eleven Pipers piping that was not a dream.

Ten Lords a leaping who liked to eat,

Nine Prima donnas on their feet,

Eight Maids a milking up at dawn,

A group of several swimming swans,

Six geese a laying here and there,

The quite unexpected Five Gold Rings,

Four Calling birds which left me without words,

Birds again with Three French hens,

Two Turtle Doves instead of gloves,

And the gift of which I had never heard

A partridge in a pear tree, ever so absurd.

You could have told me on your own

 As my darling we’re both very grown

Had you said, “I want to be alone.”

I would have left you on your own

 These last 12 days have been quite crazed

In several certainly, sarcastic ways

 Good bye my true love Good luck to you

For in future I am warning you

You’re going to find someone who

Gives gifts as generously as you do!