And never the tide did drop,
And the duns had flown that I once had known
On my staircase for hours to stop.
“And my lanky bag did swell and swag
With the freight of briefs it bore;
I new curled my wig, and in letters big
Wrote ‘Committee’ on my door.
“Twelve briefs one day on my table lay,
With heavy retainers on each,
When a knock at the door ushered in one more,