Six months ago, things were pretty bad
When my review came knocking, I surely wasn’t mad
As weeks transpired, nothing came to rest
After all, I was far from reaching crest
My mind to the grindstone things were looking up
Funds rolling in, yet it was I holding the empty cup
Perhaps it was my attire that I would soon need to oppose
With one door closed, an opportunity arose
Don’t you worry, things happen for a reason
Soon enough, I’ll be entering another stress tax season
For the time being, stress free, able to count some sheep
Question I have, as an accountant, am I in way too deep?
When my review came knocking, I surely wasn’t mad
As weeks transpired, nothing came to rest
After all, I was far from reaching crest
My mind to the grindstone things were looking up
Funds rolling in, yet it was I holding the empty cup
Perhaps it was my attire that I would soon need to oppose
With one door closed, an opportunity arose
Don’t you worry, things happen for a reason
Soon enough, I’ll be entering another stress tax season
For the time being, stress free, able to count some sheep
Question I have, as an accountant, am I in way too deep?
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