Somebody please tell my true love that I don't want 7 swans. I don't even want one swan. Swans are vicious little beasts. Yes, they look all noble and graceful with their long necks and their haughty "I'm better than you" airs, but they are VICIOUS.
Back in my acting days, I spent a season in Stratford. That's Stratford, Ontario. (I was doing children's theater. In one play, I portrayed a frog. My backstory was fascinating. But I'll save that for another time, DRs.) To get back to my tale of duplicitous, backstabbing swans... There is an Avon River in the Canadian Stratford, too. And on this Avon River are swans. And these swans don't think twice about attacking hapless young actresses who are minding their own Panni business. Even after she's nice to them and feeds them.
So NO SWANS, true love. And while we're at it, just return the geese to the geese boutique. I'm really not big on birds.