The markets up, the Markets down For weeks it just meanders. Alas, my stocks are always down Each time I take a gander.
GM, Lehman, Citicorp My broker bought for me- And you can guess the net result- IHe bought a yacht, not me.
Those friends who don’t avoid me Say I’ve reversed Midas’ touch. I don’t turn things I touch to gold I turn gold into rust.
I’d heard dart tossing Simians Can best the S & P So I went to the Zoo this March to consult a Chimpanzee.
He took the chartt, he threw the dart And picked a stock for me- And now I’m getting margin calls because I bought BP.
He seemed the sage of Omaha before he ruined me. I should have tried Orangutans And paid their higher fee.
They wanted five bananas My monkey worked for three. But now I’m bust because I used the discount Chimpanzee.
This is an older piece written just after the BP oil spill in the Gulf and in full knowledge of the the bailouts and stock crash that preceded the spill.