Going to taste it note by note…. you might recognise the original (but it is not quite a Bobby McFerrin).
On the
first day of Christmas my true love sent to me
A wedge
of some very fine cheese
On the
second day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Two
Crozier Ewes and a wedge of some very fine cheese.
On the
third day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Three
Crottin, two Crozier Ewes and a wedge of some very fine cheese.
On the
fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Four Bulging
Bries, three Crottin, Two Crozier Ewes…..
On the
fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Five Ripe
Epoisses, four Bulging Bries, Three Crottin….
On the
sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Six
Cheddars a-biting, five Ripe Epoisses, Four Bulging Bries…
On the
seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Seven
Blues a-weeping, six cheddars a-biting, five Ripe Epoisses…
On the
eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Eight
lads a-milking, seven blues a-weeping, six cheddars a-biting…..
On the
ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Nine
Comtés rolling, eight lads a-milking, seven blues a-weeping….
On the
tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Ten
Mongers running, nine Comtés rolling, eight lads a-milking….
On the
eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Eleven
Ports & Brandies, ten Mongers running, nine Comtés rolling…
On the
twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Twelve Mont
D’Or stinking, eleven Ports & Brandies, ten mongers running, nine Comtés
rolling, eight lads a-milking, seven blues a-weeping, six cheddars biting, five
ripe Epoisses, four Bulging Bries, three Crottin, two Crozier Ewes and a Wedge
of some very fine Cheese!
Haha! I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Clearly this is the result of too much cheese at night. Have a good Christmas xo. And a fabulous time at Ballymaloe.
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