That Time Is Here


Once more that dreaded day is here... When no one may
relax... Unless he has attended to... His U.S. income tax...
Of course so many people now... Are paying as they go...
But always there are certain ones... Who are a little slow...
They dilly or they dally or... They just decline to pay
... Until the closing moment of... The last accounting day
... When it is so much easier... To keep the records clear...
By sending cash to Uncle Sam... Throughout the current year
... And if the debt is overpaid... There is no cause to wail...
For there will be the pleasure of... A rebate in the mail.


James J. Metcalfe

 

 

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