The tenth day of Christmas
Stole all the matching socks
So each the ten lords a leaping
Had one bare foot a protruding from their frocks
To put it into Star Trek terms
The Ferenghi sock faeries fell in love with their formula:
Socks + ?? = PROFIT
And so far it hasn't worked out
Breaking all kinds of rules of acquisition
Leaving most the 'verse in a perverse single sock condition
One socked lords a leaping
Are truly just the tip of the iceberg
With their hairy lord toes in the air
Leaping for the tenth day of Christmas
Like they just don't care
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