On the first day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the second day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the third day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the fourth day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
four imaginary walls
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the fifth day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
five centuries' supplies
four imaginary walls
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the sixth day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
six and three twenties
five centuries' supplies
four imaginary walls
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the seventh day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
seven harmonicas
six and three twenties
five centuries' supplies
four imaginary walls
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the eighth day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
eighty degrees in Brooklyn
seven harmonicas
six and three twenties
five centuries' supplies
four imaginary walls
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the ninth day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
nine mules a-trudging
eighty degrees in Brooklyn
seven harmonicas
six and three twenties
five centuries' supplies
four imaginary walls
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the tenth day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
ten hippos weeping
nine mules a-trudging
eighty degrees in Brooklyn
seven harmonicas
six and three twenties
five centuries' supplies
four imaginary walls
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the eleventh day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
elevenses with cider
ten hippos weeping
nine mules a-trudging
eighty degrees in Brooklyn
seven harmonicas
six and three twenties
five centuries' supplies
four imaginary walls
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

On the twelfth day of Krismas, my true love gave to me
twelve miles home
elevenses with cider
ten hippos weeping
nine mules a-trudging
eighty degrees in Brooklyn
seven harmonicas
six and three twenties
five centuries' supplies
four imaginary walls
three murdered brothers
two tigers burning
and a cormorant in a red toupee.

Happy Al-idays, Merry Krismas, and Violet Night!

Brian L Chaffin (chaff002@maroon.tc.umn.edu)