On the twelfth day of Christmas,
oneragingstar sent to me...
Twelve branches drumming
Eleven dykes piping
Ten aneurysms a-leaping
Nine bikes dancing
Eight trees a-lansing
Seven boots a-writing
Six pillows a-shouting
Five inte-e-e-erdisciplinary humanities
Four tranny bois
Three mortar boards
Two scary babies
...and a radicalism in a wearing a tie.