Once Law was sitting on the bench,
And Mercy knelt a-weeping.
"Clear out!" he cried, "disordered wench!
Nor come before me creeping.
Upon your knees if you apprear,
'Tis plain you have no standing here."
Then Justice came. His Honor cried:
"Your status?--devil seize you!"
"Amica curiae," she replied--
"Friend of the court, so please you."
"Begone!" he shouted--"there's the door--
I never saw your face before!"
G. J.
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