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It's finally the Twelfth Day of Christmas!
By the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my true love has gifted me:
* 12 drummers drumming,
* 22 pipers piping,
* 30 lords a-leaping,
* 36 ladies dancing,
* 40 maids a-milking,
* 42 swans a-swimming,
* 42 geese a-laying,
* 40 gold rings (and not one to control them all),
* 36 calling birds,
* 30 French hens,
* 22 turtle doves,
* and 12 partridges in a dozen pear trees!
I now have here 140 people, 34 of which are playing loudly, 66 are prancing
about loudly, and 40 complaining that the noise is making it difficult to
milk their cows. Speaking of which, there are 40 cows milling about
constantly mooing, and making such a mess on the floor. There are 184 birds
flying about, honking, calling, cooing and otherwise making more of a mess on
everything but the floor, to the point where it's wise not to eat the pears
without a thorough cleaning (and possibly peeling). The 40 golden rings
aren't quite enough to make up financially for all the damage caused so far.
I think next year I'll just ask for a pair of socks.
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