On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: 4 feet of shore line, 3 incontinent chimps, 2 alto saxophones and a pickleball in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: 5 possum pelts!, 4 feet of shore line, 3 incontinent chimps, 2 alto saxophones, and a pickleball in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Six geezers playing—five golden bling
Four calling nerds, three bench hens, two overheads—and a pickleball in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Seven seers scrying,
Six soothsayers saying,
Five ghoul-things
Four dragonbirds, three dungeon dens, two turtlehawks,
And a basilisk in a bare tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: 8 maids a-metering, 7 glasses of eggnog, 6 lords a-drinking, 5 possum pelts!, 4 feet of shore line, 3 incontinent chimps, 2 alto saxophones, and a pickleball in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true gave to me:
Nine ladies looping, eight dames a dropping, seven studs a swinging: six geezers playing—five golden blings—four calling nerds, three bench hens, two overheads—and a pickleball in a pear tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas, it will be January 3rd and I’ll have to go back to work!
10 cafeteria lunches
Three-martini lunches
Two expense accounts
And a copy of The Straight Dope!
In a pickleball tree. 
Oh, the pickleball tree is a-rolling on over the plains,
The Oregon Trail
You Have Died of Dysentery
-“BB”-
Have a nice day.
Have a blessed day.
The bright, blessed day, and the dark, sacred night…
Brian Blessed
“BRIAN BLESSED”"