On the twelfth day of Christmas my Jaycinth gave to me...
Twelve...singing...skulls,
Eleven bloated ticks,
Ten kittehs dying,
Nine roasted chihuahuas,
Eight impaled bodies,
Seven bags of entrials,
Six drooling werewolves,
Five writhing tentacles, (only five??)...
Four zombie hunks,
Three mods' brains,
Both of my kidneys,
And my heart ripped out of my chest with gleeeeeeeeeeeeee.