Bless My Soul, The IRS

I told you not to fool around With that IRS I knew one day they'd come along And we'd be in some mess All you ever want to do Is pitch that darn old hay I told you this was trouble Well it sure is here to stay Oops there goes the horses The cows will not come home We lost all the chickens The pigs are now alone Oops here comes that truck again Say so long to hams Boy you sure did screw this up With that pitchfork in your hand So now you want a picture We even lost our clothes Is this for book of memories I'll try to stay composed Herbert, you are something You caused us such a mess Now we're in a pickle And you say let's look our best Me with my old wrinkles You with that old book Now I see the neighbors Coming for a look What a great day this was I know you'll write it down What a day for memories Let's get outta town Bless my soul dear Herbert You sure are looking good Want to go and pitch some hay I'll bet the farm we could. ~ Anonymous ~

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