On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my BA love sent to me
Twelve Jumbos Flying,
Eleven Stewardesses crying,
Ten Managers a-leaping,
Nine watersiders dancing,
Eight Stewards a-mincing,
Seven Unite Officials a-swimming,
Six pilots a-landing,
NO golden Runways,
Four MBTRs,
Three French commuters,
Two dozy birds,
And a P45 in a pear tree!
(for those of you not in the UK, a P45 is the piece of paper your employer gives you when you ‘leave’ a job saying how much tax you’ve paid).