There is no fear in the undead bear's heart For he lost it all at the very start What did she lose Oh it was her heart She felt the pain of the little people And it stung him to a ******* He looked for clues What, when, why, who? Down the rabbit hole, who knew? Cycles, cycles, cycles Survival, arrival, revival All will unfold in time Like the rhythm of this rhyme."
A poetic commentary on what might unfold in the economic markets over the next few years.