TAX FEVER

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TAX FEVER

There's in the air an ugly mood,
So many sit at home and brood,
To old acquaintance are we rude,
Tax fever rages in our land.

No one can sing a cheerful tune,
So few the lovers 'neath the moon,
What does the nation's temper ruin?
A tax code none can understand.

Forgetting all our etiquette,
The loss of records we regret,
Deduction strategy we set,
Won't Boston rebels lend a hand?

Some tea they once tossed overboard,
For hatred of a foreign lord;
They faced and fought a British horde,
We need to find a firebrand.

Of course it's all with tongue in cheek,
But our tax anger's not unique;
Rebellion does our int'rest pique,
But still this is a blessed land.

Sol the Sage

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