It All Begins With A Partridge

At first I thought myself lucky
To finally have someone buy
At my birds-in-trees emporium,
No less, at Christmas time.

The first day they bought a partridge,
Then later doves and hens.
They bought seven swimming swans.
But it got disturbing when

They tried to buy athletic lords
And dancing ladies too.
They offered me millions for drummers.
What’s this bird seller to do?

So no, I don’t want to divorce you,
Unlike the parrot sings.
I just need the wedding band back
So I can sell them five golden rings.