I whistled for a pen, and clipboard in hand,
I went and took the counts like my supervisor demands.
The counts were so high that I couldn't believe,
and I though, 'nah forget it, it's almost time to leave!'
I. Pulled. Into the library about seven forty five,
Feeling so tired I was barely alive.
I looked at my kingdom, it was not too shabby,
To sit on my throne, at the Walter Library.
[We have two week of hourly gate counts coming up pretty close to each other. Starting this Sunday, 3/23, remember your hourly gate counts every hour, on the hour. Thanks!]