That job. . .
There is that one job
The job that could change it all
That could make me soar
To add numbers all day and find their flaws
This one dream of mine
To be an accountant I shall have to go to school
For four years that shall be expensive
I shall go far though
I shall become an accountant
I shall face the troubles of those before me
And I shall overcome them
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