Six geese to find them
Five gold rings to bring them all
And in the pear tree bind them
Three rings for the French hens under the sky,
Seven rings for the swimming swans in their pools of stone
Nine for mortal ladies dancing and doomed to die,
One ring for the Partridge Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Turtledoves where the Pear Trees lie
Ten lords to leap them all,
Eight maids to milk them,
Eleven pipers to pipe them all
and drummers in the darkness to drum them
In the Land of calling birds where six geese lay.
@aka_quant_noir @twbrandt That might sound much better in the Black Speech of Mordor. π
@aka_quant_noir @twbrandt So, in short, beware of partridges bearing rings. But it also reminds me of "Not So Sweet Martha Loraine" by Country Joe and the Fish.
Now she's the one who gives us all those magical things
And reads us stories out of the I Ching
Then she passes out a whole new basket of rings
That when you put on your hand
Makes you one of the Angel Band
And gives you the power to be a man
But what it does for her you never quite understand
Sweet Lorraine, ah sweet Lorraine
In the land of Mordor where the fruitcakes lie