The Exchequer Song

Come listen to my anthem of toil in the dark
Forgotten gentles laboring, just trying to make their mark
And yet the seasons come and go, they barely make a stir
I speak of course of the brave and bold, the weary exchequer

(Chorus)
Now it’s…
Debits on the left and credits on the right
There ain’t no rhyme or reason but it keeps you up all night
The Medici decided it’s the True and Only Way
To you and me and all of time, they left the bill to pay

It’s just three days to quarter end, and nothing adds up right
Event reports, deposit slips, their numbers like to fight
You pray to all the Excel gods, to shield you from the blows
But the formulas been blown away, you’ve lost all your macros

There’s two more days to get it done, a Herculean feat
You’re begging your event steward to cough up their receipts
The bank statement is missing; you’ve barely got a chance
To get this stupid balance sheet to actually balance

It all comes due tomorrow, your battle’s nearly done
The next event needs Paypal and you wish you could just run
But you stay up late to get it done, the dawn you’re sure to meet
‘Cause an Exchequer is good in bed but wild in Google Sheets