On the third day of Christmas
The doorbell rang again
And this time on the doorstep
Was a continental hen
The turtle doves were on it
And both flew round the door
As the chicken clucked and strutted in
I noticed there were more!
'Un, deux, trois' I counted
As the the Three French Hens walked in
The partridge squawked approvingly
From somewhere deep within
So six birds now were living
Near the toppled-over tree
A defecating partridge plus
Two doves and chickens three
On the third day of Christmas
It seemed I was the host
To a feathery menagerie
A six bird roast.
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