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FRUITPORT, Mich. (WZZM) - The mother of a Fruitport Middle School student wants her daughter's school to pull the song "The Twelve Days After Christmas" from its December concert. Stephanie Brauer says the song is not appropriate for students in middle school to sing.

The song is a spoof on "The Twelve Days of Christmas." Brauer says two sections of the song's alternative version have her particularly angry school leaders plan to include the song in a holiday performance. One verse has students singing, "Then with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge." Another goes, "I pulled on rubber gloves and very gently wrung the necks of both turtle doves."

In a written response, Fruitport District Superintendent Robert Szymoniak said the song has been performed by Fruitport choirs in the past and "To my knowledge, there have not been concerns raised in response to past performances or the song."

There are more than 20,000 versions of the song on YouTube. When the search is narrowed to just middle school choirs, more than 7,000 can be found.

For now Brauer's daughter will stop singing the song during choir practice and plans to step off stage when it's time to sing then number during a community concert in December.

The lyrics to The Twelve Days After Christmas are below. 

The Twelve Days After Christmas
(Frederick Silver)
(Not sung to the same tune as the other song!)

The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite.
Then, with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge,
That my true love, my true love gave to me.

The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup;
I had to use the three French hens to make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake,
For their language was obscene .
The five gold rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers gree.

The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay:
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the ASPCA.

On the seventh day what a mess I found:
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect,
I bundled up the . . .
Eight maids a-milking,
Nine pipers piping,
Ten ladies dancing,
'Leven lords a-leaping,
Twelve drummers drumming
(spoken) Well, actually I kept one of the drummers(girls)
Well, actually I kept one of the maids a-milking(boys)

And sent them back collect.
I wrote my true love, "We are through, love"
And I said in so many words,
"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the birds!"
(echo of "four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree."

By Jon Mills

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