Exhausted I slept, nor just or unjust,
Resolving the next day to seek aid;
For when I awoke ’twas still, “you must
Or penalty dire be paid.”
To the revenue clerk I took me straight,
And behold, as I looked, I heard
A lot of fond fools at Uncle Sam’s gate,
Despairing like a caged bird.
The officer smiled, and I smiled out loud,
For misery loves company;