It All Starts With One Hen

Dredged From The Mental Archives

I can see his face as clear as day. Mike Something-Or-Other. Redhead with glasses, kinda pudgy. He did this little memory exercise for the little Boy Sprouts during campfires. The kids loved it, thought he was a genius. The adults thought he was smoking the reefer. They were probably both correct.

This was repeated verse by verse, the leader starting, the audience repeating, cumulatively adding them all together until the inevitable trainwreck...

One hen

Two ducks

Three squawking geese

Four limerick oysters

Five cavorting corpulent porpoises

Six pairs of Don Alverso's tweezers

Seven thousand Macedonians in full battle array

Eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt

Nine apathetic sympathetic diabetic old men on roller skates with a marked propensity toward procrastination and sloth

Ten lyrical spherical diabolical denizens of the deep who haul quartz around the quay of the quarry with a quim, quiver and a quake all at the same time!

Try it next time you and your friends get a load on.