Fire engulfed the forest, boiled into the night, then neatly put itself out, as all unscheduled fires over a certain size are now required to do by law.

Every law that was ever written opened up a new way to graft.

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 appear,
'Tis plain your 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.