Monday, April 24, 2006

Dark as a Dungeon

Come all you library folk so weird and so fine
And seek not your fortune way down in His-Gen
It will form like a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood flows as black as the New England Genealogical Register

It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
The danger is doubled and the pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
It's dark as a dungeon way down in LL4

There's many a staffer I have seen in my day
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like the fiend with his dope and the drunkard his wine
A man can have lust for the lure of the whine


Oh when I am dead and the ages shall roll
My body will blacken and turn into fiche
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home
And pity the clerk just a filing my bones


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