So I called Lamaar again and told him I appreciated the thought and the cards, but I didn t want no more. Maybe his mother would like some trees and some birds. He said it didn t work that way in the song, and that he was bound to do it right. This didn t make no sense to me, but I had to hang up because one of them hens right then flew onto the dish drainer and knocked three plates and two glasses all over the floor. Well sir, it got worser and worser.
Every day there come another gift always something new plus more of the old ones.
There was magpies, they come four at a time, which kept all the other birds and myself up at night with their carrying on, and there was geese and eggs enough to feed a football team, and on the 20th there come seven swans, which I had to put in the bathtub two at a time, because the card said they was supposed to be a swimming. And seven more the next day, and so on. I had to quit my job on the 22nd, because on the day before he had sent eight milk cows and eight girls from a dairy farm somewhere to milk em. They didn t seem to know much about milking though. All they wanted to do was sit around the house and watch the television.