It finished with a poem

It goes like this . . .
The judge stood at the pearly gates
His head was bent and low
He meekly asked the man in white
The way that he should go.
St. Peter said, "What have you done on earth,
That you should come up here?
I was a judge of dairy cattle
For many and many a year
St. Peter opened wide the gates
And gently pressed the bell
Step inside and choose your harp
You've served your time in hell.
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