ON the 6th Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me six swans’ a swimmin’.

“How thoughtful of you to think of our moat when you think of me,” I said.  Our moat, like most, is a little dank.

He just smirked at me.

So I said, “And anyhow, a pair would have sufficed.”

He said, “the point of a pair is to make many, so why not start with many?”

“Well,” I said, “if I start with  many, then I soon will have many many many.”

“All those swans,” he said,  “and one swan-like neck…”

He went on.  He can be very eloquent.

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