GRAB YOUR GOLDEN HAT
GOLD and SILVER are rising with the sun.
Time for Goldbugs to have some fun.
The buck is just about pooped out.
Can't grab a bid, can only pout.
Banksters are hiding beside the sea.
They can't look at the goldbugs' glee.
Bernanke has a frown one mile wide.
Hank can't find any place to hide.
The debt had grown to oversize
on banksters’ promises and banksters’ lies.
Beneath the houses the Fed's in rubble,
even old Greenspan is in trouble.
Grab your GOLDEN hat and start to sing,
this morning has a golden ring.
Grab your SILVER shoes and start to dance,
the dying buck ain’t got a chance.
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