. . . on the twelfth day of Christmas the choir processed in song and twelve candles dripped eleven altos flipped and ten lines were clipped and nine gins were sipped and eight crept to the crypt and seven hymn books slipped and six basses quipped and five sang in tune! and four cassocks ripped and three lost their script and two tenors tripped and the soloist got it all wrong.
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