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And A Partridge In A Pear Tree

Over Christmas “And A Partridge In A Pear Tree” is being published in 12 parts as individual posts.  This is the cumulative effort as the days progress.  Why not check back daily to see how The Partridge is getting on or pop back on the last day of Christmas to read the whole thing

Have you looked and seen the partridge?
Sat up in the pear tree
He’s frozen to the branches cold
And hasn’t had his tea

But in truth he’s rather dotty
At least a little odd
For what bird sits in a pear tree
In mid winter – crazy sod!

So bless him the poor old partridge
Pretty cold; out of pears
Bet he’d happily come inside
To go below the stairs

There cook will make him warm again
And oh so very hot
For we all know what she will do
She’ll put him in the pot

And that will be the end of
The partridge in the tree
But at least it will also end
The leftover turkey!

But for the time he’s staying put
The Partridge on the bough
For it appears he has being joined
By turtle doves just now

They landed in the garden in
A duo as a pair
Two doves cuddled on a love swing
A love swing swinging there!

They coo in perfect harmony
They cuddle up above
They’re staring in each other’s eyes
Content in perfect love

Content in their own company
Two doves to think as one
Just swinging on the love seat in
The garden just for fun

But what about the Partridge sat
Up in the same old tree
With frozen feet and threat of pie
Sat there obstinately

What makes these two small love birds sit
And coo to wake him so
For the tree is getting crowded
Why can’t they up and go

“Go off to tree tops different
To coo all you may like”
Says disgruntled frozen partridge
“Go scram – get out my sight”

“For this is really my old tree
I simply hate to share
So shoo” he says to turtle doves
“Fly hence – Get out my hair!”

But they don’t shift and listen up
Or move to different fence
For from the blue there then appears
Three hens so very French

Three French hens in the garden on
A Galleneous throne
Chatting and making quite a noise
From whence they have been blown

Their names they say are Hope and Faith
And also Charity
But they’re concerned by turtle doves
And Partridge in the tree

For word out on the street is that
Their tree’s about to fall
Or at the very least thought soon
To hit the garden wall

And so they perch a bit away
Upon the garden seat
In conference or parliament
Quite happy there to greet

All who might come a wandering
Or those who just pass by
Three French hens next to turtle doves
And partridge way up high

But turtle doves are not happy
To see the three French Hens
And partridge is still less impressed
Not wanting to be friends

And then if that is not enough
Four calling birds arrive
And dance around the garden so
In time to the hand jive

They flap their wings upon their thighs
And clap their hands just so
Then slide around to jive in time
With hammer feet to go

Then with their music blaring loud
They turn and flick their thumbs
But yes you’ve guessed the partridge thinks
He won’t make them his chums

But then jiving alongside them
The French Hens join in too
And turtle doves check out the jig
Oh such hullabaloo

And there right on the garden lawn
They all do the hand jive
Being born to hand jive baby
The warmth helps them survive

“Oh Lord” cries out the old Partridge
“Do save me on this day
For all have gone quite crackers now
“What else is there to say”

In distant realms he prays he’ll hear
Five golden bells a sing
Around him in their majesty
The quintet golden rings

Five golden rings with magic powers
To ring across the land
And cast a spell of peacefulness
To bring them all to hand

To peal in perfect harmony
To chime sonorously
Five rings of bells that ding and dong
For Partridge in the tree

To ring the Yuletide changes
To herald as a five
Glad tidings on the earth again
Be glad to be alive

Then in the midst of tolling bells
More merry folk appear
The geese come in a laying eggs
A-gaggling with good cheer

They come to join the party with
The hens and turtle dove
“Oh give me space” the partridge shouts
Still grumpy from above

They gather in the garden with
Beat box upon the wall
And join the Christmas gathering
To dance and have a ball

“Can we join in?” the hens cluck out
“And us” say calling birds
“Let’s boogie through the night” say doves
Says Partridge “How absurd”

But geese just in their jolly way
Hiss out with joy and glee
“Oh come on now, you grumpy bird
Come down and let’s party!”

But frozen to his Christmas tree
The Partridge fails to move
As swans-a-swimming then arrive
To join the festive groove

The swans-a-swimming bring with them
A hot tub – pure delight
A hot tub and a beat box there
Oh my!  That’s quite a sight!

They fill it up and climb on in
To swim around the lawn
All birds of flock now having fun
Though Partridge is forlorn

“How can it be?” he says out loud
“I sit here in my tree
And all I ask is for some calm
And some tranquillity”

But now the word has spread afar
With tweets on twitter too
That partridge and his merry flock
Are hosting quite a do

But all at once a flusters heard
As humans come to see
What racket is occurring in
The garden and the tree

Eight maids a milking turn up first
With cows presumably
And start to churn out shakes to drink
For all eternally

“Who wants a milkshake” they do say
With added cream you see
“For we are maids-a-milking with
Such drinks for you and me”

The calling birds and turtle doves
Say “Ta, that’s very kind”
And ask if they could also make
Milkshakes with the fruit rind

As for geese and three French hens
They queue for more and more
Although watch there’s kafuffle
With swans who aren’t so sure

And so all birds are rather pleased
Well all birds bar the one
“Oh why can’t they just disappear”
Says Partridge “It’s so wrong!”

He hangs his head in misery
And wonders why oh why
His feet are frozen on the branch
He’s stuck and cannot fly

Then with aghast he looks again
And there he thinks he spies
Some ladies who have come to join
The party in disguise

For in their heads are feathers and
Some masks across their face
The ladies who are dancing too
With birds – what a disgrace!

They dance about the garden and
The patio it’s true
Some dressed in pink and some in red
And other’s draped in blue

They practice all the party tunes
And sing out loud as well
The ladies dancing happily
For all think this is swell

A Christmas party picking up
That’s going with a swing
There’s quite a crowd of fowl and fair
That’s really quite startling

But who should care just what they do
For all are having fun
Well all except the old partridge
Who thinks his days are done

Then leaping in come ten dear Lords
A flirting with the girls
To dance the hip hop style they know
And hang off all their pearls

The lords a leaping in the yard
O’er flowers and plants and shrubs
To jump up high and celebrate
Like frogs right over tubs

And in their path the swans and geese
French hens and turtle doves
Mix with the ladies and the maid
Whilst Partridge puts on gloves

For if he cannot rational
With all these folk who dance
He’s going to lose his rag and fight
And take a boxing chance

That he can stop this nonsense now
For they must all depart
So that he can attest his state
To heal his angered heart

“For Lords-a-leaping!  Give me strength”
Protests the Partridge voice
“I ask you all to leave at once
You heard – that is my choice!”

And very slowly one by one
They go to leave him be
All birds and folk set out at once
Til Partridge is lonely

And with a sigh he bows his head
To breath in peace and calm
But in a second silence breaks
The distant piper’s charm

For bagpipes playing noisily
With customary skirl
Comes through the ether to his ears
Beset him as a churl

“Clear off – I said,” he shouts at them
“I’m done in can’t you see”
“My feet are froze, my wings are clipped
I’m stuck here in this tree”

“Oh don’t be like that Partridge,” says
The Pipers piping through
“You far too frosty for your good
Just stop and look at you”

“Now Partridge stop and find your charm
Warm up and find your smile
And see you’re not quite so affixed
To tree across the mile”

And with some swag of Partridge wild
He grimaces to try
To see if he can budge himself
And come down from on high

And strangely, with a shiver first
He finds that he can move
And lands in garden by pipers pipe
The Partridge quite improved

“Oh my,” he says, “I feel a fool
For shouting at each one
For now I want to party more
Until this day is done”

But safe to say, all is not lost
As one by one returns
The turtle doves and three French Hens
And calling birds in turns

Arrive with swans and geese and maids
Together with the rest
To party with the Partridge now
With fun that is so blessed

And in their turn the drummers come
A drumming on their way
To wish all there a great new year
With greetings every day

Comments on: "And A Partridge In A Pear Tree" (14)

  1. This is fabulous, truly delightful! I’d love to see it in an illustrated book, Ginz! Great holiday gift.

  2. Utterly adorable and would be a delightful illustrated book as Leyda says!! Stopped for a quick look see and you drew me in with this charming verse!! Made me smile!! Thank you and Happy New Year too!!

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