12 Days After Christmas

So we all know those gifts that the person's true love gave the 12 days before Christmas, but what about after? In my freshman yr. in high school choir, we got the song called "The 12 Days After Christmas" and so now I share these lyrics with you all:

"The 12 Days After Christmas" words and music by Frederick Silver

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; Then with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge 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 my true love gave to me.

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 gold rings were completely fake and they turned my fingers green.

The sixth day after Christmas, the six geese wouldn't lay, so I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A.

On the seventh day, what a mess I found: All seven of the swans had drowned my true love gave to me.

The eighth day after Christmas before they could suspect, I bundled up the eight maids a-milking, nine pipers piping, ten ladies dancing, eleven lords a leaping, twelve drummers drumming-well, actually I kept one of the drummers-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 were for the birds!"