Lyrics copyright 2016 by Jeff Suzuki
To the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas
On the first day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
An axe buried in a thick tree.
On the second day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Two throwing knives
And an axe buried in a thick tree.
On the third day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Three shuriken
Two throwing knives
And an axe buried in a thick tree.
On the fourth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Four tomahawks
Three shuriken
Two throwing knives
And an axe buried in a thick tree.
(You know how it goes, so I'll only give the added items henceforth)
On the fifth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Five atlatl darts!
On the sixth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Six flying kukri
On the seventh day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Seven chakra diskettes
On the eighth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Eight assegai
On the ninth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Nine Roman pilums--(Spoken: Or is it pilae?)
On the tenth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Ten flying chickens
On the eleventh day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Eleven sharp-edged shovels
On the twelfth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:
Twelve kitchens sinks
In any case: if you've been reading through the notes, you'll know I'm a big fan of quality through quantity. The critical point is that you have to finish things. But maybe you don't believe I write a lot, most of which is just bad, so even though this song is, at best, mediocre drivel, I'm posting it. Historians can then see that I have lived up to (nay, exceeded) my obligations under Sturgeon's Law.
Oh, and for those who want to run the psychoanalysis..many people will engage in self-deprecating humor in the hopes of eliciting a compliment. I'm not: I don't need anyone to compliment me on my performance skills, which is a good thing, since I'd be in for a long, long wait. On the other hand, I won't dismiss a suggestion that it's part of a pathetic bid for attention...