Even Kings & Emperors Get the Blues
Argue your case with your neighbor himself, and do not disclose another's secret; lest he who hears you bring shame upon you, and your ill repute have no end.
St. Yves is from BrittanyA lawyer but not a thiefSuch a thing is beyond belief.
Bold, hasty and wise, a concocter of lies,A rattler to speak, a dodger, a sneak,A regular claw of the tables of law,A shuffler complete, well worn in deceit,A supple, unprincipled, troublesome cheat,A hangdog accurst, a bore with the worst,In the tricks of the jury-court thoroughly versed.
Yes, and men shall come and waitIn their thousands at your gate,Desiring consultations and adviceOn an action or a pleading,From the men of light and leadingAnd you'll pocket many talents in a trice.
Of all rape defenses we've stocked upHere's the best: "I couldn't get her knocked up"Though defendant was sperm-lessWe can't let him squirm lessHe did the act that got him locked up.
"Your billable hours are low,"Said the partner, "they simply must grow.It behooves you to hike them,Or better, please spike them --To lunch breaks and sleep, just say no."
The associate listened in shockAs she learned that her life was in hockTo a clock-punching firmWhile her boss, who's a wormMade her wonder if law's just a crock.
"The law & lawyers are such endlessly funny subjects I've just kept laughing and laughing -- laughing so hard I guess I just haven't had time to die. But thinking about mortality, let me ask you a question: What's the difference between a tick and a lawyer? The tick drops off when you're dead!"