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Well... Someone may have already beat me to it but...
"The 12 Days of Christmas" Perform by the Deadpool Symphony
On the first day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
A parrot in a pine tree
On the second day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the third day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the fourth day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Four drunken pirates
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the fifth day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Five golden things
Four drunken pirates
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the sixth day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Six wounds to tend to
Five golden things
Four drunken pirates
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the seventh day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Seven sharpened blades
Six wounds to tend to
Five golden things
Four drunken pirates
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the eighth day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Eight sunken ships
Seven sharpened blades
Six wounds to tend to
Five golden things
Four drunken pirates
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the ninth day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Nine pieces of eight
Eight sunken ships
Seven sharpened blades
Six wounds to tend to
Five golden things
Four drunken pirates
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the tenth day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Ten seconds to flee
Nine pieces of eight
Eight sunken ships
Seven sharpened blades
Six wounds to tend to
Five golden things
Four drunken pirates
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the eleventh day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Eleven shanghaied crewmen
Ten seconds to flee
Nine pieces of eight
Eight sunken ships
Seven sharpened blades
Six wounds to tend to
Five golden things
Four drunken pirates
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My first mate gave to me
Twelve bottles of rum
Eleven shanghaied crewmen
Ten seconds to flee
Nine pieces of eight
Eight sunken ships
Seven sharpened blades
Six wounds to tend to
Five golden things
Four drunken pirates
Three rotten stowaways
Two pillaging pistols
And a parrot in a pine tree
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