Eight peacocks in the air

Eight peacocks in the air, I wonder how they all got there? You don't know, and I don't care. Seven lobsters in a dish, as fresh as any heart could wish. Six joiners in Joiners' Hall, working with their tools and all. Five beetles against the wall, close to an old woman's apple-stall. Four puppies with our dog Ball, who daily for their breakfast call. Three monkeys tied to a log. Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog, Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.