It’s Probably Important
Filing, filing,
They must be got in order,
Thought who’d be such a hoarder
To let them stack so deep ?
Filing, filing,
A papery assortment
Of doggery deportment,
And thoroughly asleep.
Do they rustle out in vain,
And yearn to be of use again ?
Or do they long to end their plight
With damp or flame or paper mite ?
Either way, the data’s piling;
Only remedy is
Filing, filing,
So endlessly abundant,
So battered and redundant,
So crumpled and a-crease.
Filing, filing,
They served so well their placement,
So box them in the basement,
And let them rest in peace.
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