Alibaba, once a stout and hearty ale,
Now thin and sour, hath seemed to fail.
Did lead in China's marketplace,
Now stumbles in its fervent race.
Today we drink to Lear, Norman the wise,
Whose wit and humor did oft rise.
At the ripe age of one hundred and one,
His jesters' dance on Earth is done.
The IRS, that somber clerk,
Finds in tax requests some dark work.
False employers their refunds seek,
‘Tis a spectacle both grim and bleak.
