(inspired by a tweet from Mr. Daylin Davis)
On the first day of Crom-mass, my dear Lord gave to me,
A bleeding and severed knee.
On the second day of Crom-mass, my dear Lord gave to me,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the third day of Crom-mass, my dear Lord gave to me,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the fourth day of Crom-mass my dear Lord gave to me
Four pails of ale,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the fifth day of Crom-mas my dear Lord gave to me.
FIVE CHURLISH WHORES!
Four pails of ale,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the sixth day of Crom-mas my dear Lord gave to me.
Six midgets screaming,
FIVE CHURLISH WHORES!
Four pails of ale,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the seventh day of Crom-mas my dear Lord gave to me.
Seven plagues a spreading,
Six midgets screaming,
FIVE CHURLISH WHORES!
Four pails of ale,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the eighth day of Crom-mas my dear Lord gave to me.
Eight blades a slicing,
Seven plagues a spreading,
Six midgets screaming,
FIVE CHURLISH WHORES!
Four pails of ale,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the ninth day of Crom-mas my dear Lord gave to me.
Nine entrails falling,
Eight blades a slicing,
Seven plagues a spreading,
Six midgets screaming,
FIVE CHURLISH WHORES!
Four pails of ale,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the tenth day of Crom-mas my dear Lord gave to me.
Ten wenches burning,
Nine entrails falling,
Eight blades a slicing,
Seven plagues a spreading,
Six midgets screaming,
FIVE CHURLISH WHORES!
Four pails of ale,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the eleventh day of Crom-mas my dear Lord gave to me.
Eleven cities smoking,
Ten wenches burning,
Nine entrails falling,
Eight blades a slicing,
Seven plagues a spreading,
Six midgets screaming,
FIVE CHURLISH WHORES!
Four pails of ale,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.
On the twelfth day of Crom-mas my dear Lord gave to me.
Twelve axed beheadings,
Eleven cities smoking,
Ten wenches burning,
Nine entrails falling,
Eight blades a slicing,
Seven plagues a spreading,
Six midgets screaming,
FIVE CHURLISH WHORES!
Four pails of ale,
Three sharp swords,
Two threaded ears,
and a bleeding and severed knee.