| For the twelve days of Christmas, your true love will send you: |
![]() Twelve robots drumming Eleven carolers a-caroling Ten midgets a-leaping Nine ladies knitting Eight sheep a-milking Seven hot chocolates a-steaming Six iPods a-playing Five golden bowls of chicken noodle soup Four calling secret admirers Three French tourists Two bottles of whiskey And a chimp in a peach tree |
I'm waiting for the six Ipods.

