On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me seven swans a’swimming’…
Dearest Jonathan, 1-1
Thank you again for still another gift. One would think the postman would choose to take a holiday today, but he was so kind as to deliver the seven swans to the lake in the park across the street, as I have no place for their ablutions. Swans, as you know, need water. I have very much enjoyed sitting at my window watching them. Jonathan, when will you come to dinner? I shall prepare you a delectable omelet with my own hands, a LARGE delectable omelet of goose eggs. Bring me the gift of yourself.