One hen.
Two ducks.
Three squawking geese.
Four limerick oysters.
Five 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 with a marked propensity for procrastination and sloth.
Ten lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep who hall, stall around the corner of the quay of the quivy of the quaff all at the same time.
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