On the fourth day of Christmas my ex true-love sent to me
Four calling birds.
I awoke and at my front door there was a riot of squawking
On opening it I found four birds had come calling.
Each one had a little message tag round its neck
But was hard to read them without getting a peck.
I made out,” Oh my ex darling do you like these gifts?
There’s eight more to come, do you get the drift? ”
I didn’t really have much time to ponder on all that
As out in the garden the birds were bullying next door’s cat.
And as I separated the combatants with a struggle
I hoped tomorrow’s gift wouldn’t be so much trouble.