They come on April fifteenth, dear,
to take away our gold.
Tax men, unmoved by plea or tear,
it makes your blood run cold.
Oh, income tax, you break our backs,
the government takes all.
A thief, by any other name,
would never have such gall.
This song was originally posted at:
Information About Carol for Tax Day
Sung to the tune of "It Came Upon a Midnight, Clear".