The twelve days of reaction

On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
The hope of continuous sleep

On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep

On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Four gurgling tums,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Five. Crying. Babes,
Four gurgling tums,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Six cheeks a-glowing,
Five. Crying. Babes,
Four gurgling tums,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Seven noses running,
Six cheeks a-glowing,
Five. Crying. Babes,
Four gurgling tums,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Eight backs a-arching,
Seven noses running,
Six cheeks a-glowing,
Five. Crying. Babes,
Four gurgling tums,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Nine bellies bloating,
Eight backs a-arching,
Seven noses running,
Six cheeks a-glowing,
Five. Crying. Babes,
Four gurgling tums,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Ten bottoms parping,
Nine bellies bloating,
Eight backs a-arching,
Seven noses running,
Six cheeks a-glowing,
Five. Crying. Babes,
Four gurgling tums,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Eleven dirty nappies,
Ten bottoms parping,
Nine bellies bloating,
Eight backs a-arching,
Seven noses running,
Six cheeks a-glowing,
Five. Crying. Babes,
Four gurgling tums,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Twelve marriages tested,
Eleven dirty nappies,
Ten bottoms parping,
Nine bellies bloating,
Eight backs a-arching,
Seven noses running,
Six cheeks a-glowing,
Five. Crying. Babes,
Four gurgling tums,
Three eczema sores,
Two soothing meds,
And the hope of continuous sleep.

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Merry Christmas!!