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The Twelve Days of Appalachian Trail Christmas
The Twelve Days of Appalachian Trail Christmas
On the first day of Christmas the AT gave to me
a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the second day of Christmas the AT gave to me
two socks for gloves and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the third day of Christmas the AT gave to me
three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the fourth day of Christmas the AT gave to me
four buried turds, three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the fifth day of Christmas the AT gave to me
five molded things…
four buried turds, three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the sixth day of Christmas the AT gave to me
six boots decaying,
five molded things…
four buried turds, three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the seventh day of Christmas the AT gave to me
seven ponds for swimming, six boots decaying,
five molded things…
four buried turds, three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the eighth day of Christmas the AT gave to me
eight bags of milk duds, seven ponds for swimming, six boots decaying,
five molded things…
four buried turds, three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the ninth day of Christmas the AT gave to me
nine black bears dancing, eight bags of milk duds, seven ponds for swimming, six boots decaying,
five molded things…
four buried turds, three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the tenth day of Christmas the AT gave to me
ten fords o’ crossing, nine black bears dancing, eight bags of milk duds, seven ponds for swimming, six boots decaying,
five molded things…
four buried turds, three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the eleventh day of Christmas the AT gave to me
eleven hikers hiking, ten fords o’ crossing, nine black bears dancing, eight bags of milk duds,
seven ponds for swimming, six boots decaying,
five molded things…
four buried turds, three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
On the twelfth day of Christmas the AT gave to me
twelve bummers coming, eleven hikers hiking, ten fords o’ crossing,
nine black bears dancing, eight bags of milk duds,
seven ponds for swimming, six boots decaying,
five molded things…
four buried turds, three french roasts, two socks for gloves;
and a white blaze on an oak tree!
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Comments 1
Way to go! I might not remember it (who am I kidding, I will NEVER remember it), but I like it!