The Twelve Days Of Christmas

On the second day of Christmas my true love said to me Two wild tags and a peach vibe in a pet tree On the third day of Christmas my true love said to me Three old marks, two wild tags and a peach vibe in a pet tree On the fourth day of Christmas my true love said to me

Four barber chairs, three old marks, two wild tags And a peach vibe in a pet tree On the fifth day of Christmas my true love said to me Five barritos Four barrit chairs, three old mugs, two wild tarts, and a pitch by a pinnapare tree On the sixth day of Christmas my true love said to me

Six bases booming, five barritos, pinnapare Four barrit chairs, three old mugs, two wild tarts, and a pitch by a pinnapare tree I'm the seventh day of Christmas by Trula said to me Seven-tither screaming Six-pasted booming Five-peritor Spare Four-babriches Three-oh-mugs Two-oh-mugs And a pitch Five-bin of beer Three-eigh Eight-day of Christmas

By Trula said to me Eight-leats-a-leading Seven-tither screaming Six-pasted booming Five-peritor Spare-o-m-o Four barberches, three ol' mugs, two IOTEGs, and a peach pipe in a pear tree. And they'll all sing, stalk the rich. And they'll eat the leading silver-tiller's creamy!

Six baysers, boomin'! Five barber tomes, four barberches, three ol' mugs, two IOTEGs, and a peach pipe in a pear tree. On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me. Ten gentlemen's agreement records nine, stock a range.

And eight leads a leading seven-tourer screamie. Six paces booming, five veritour. Four barberches, three old mugs, two IoTeX and a pitch five and a pet tree. On the 11th day of Christmas my true love said to be, Eleven Harmonizers, ten gentlemen's greenwood records, nine!