Who knew it would be so hard to make sense of the numbers in a counting song? Not I, or I never would have started, Seth be damned.
After all, we have almost innumerable instances of anything we have to celebrate: northern places, explorers, singers, and so on. Assigning a number just to maintain the form of the original song seems sort of forced.
On the second day of Christmas
Canada gave to me
Far northern sites
And a nation, bounded by seas.