When you tally gains and losses, when you weigh us in the scales, count the thieves upon their crosses, your divine accounting fails. Like a Prime Mathematician, God, you know how it adds up: Pennies here and there go missing 'til the whole scheme is corrupt. All the numbers ought to balance, credits given, credit owed. We're all drawing on your bankdraft: Just how long can this cash flow? Like a squinting, tired accountant took his reading glasses off, you make hay with rows and columns, and now nothing's adding up. All we have, we had to finance, borrowed from your great largesse. When we take, we rob you blinder. When will you cash in our chips? Yet with ink you douse the pages, cook the books beyond belief, strike the debts of all the ages, cheat yourself to pay the thief.
1892-1893 HFD Accountant book, which recorded the date that HFD became a paid fire department, March 1st 1893. By Jackin808 – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=58609339
Kate Bluett 