A Submission from the President of the Old Speculators Club

2010-09-16 · Contributor not identified
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I have never talked downbeat before

And the peasants were always in complete rapport

All at once am I not held quite so high

Knowing I'm on the Street where I reap.

Are there platitudes more mundane than mine?

Are the markets really not quite so sublime?

Do optimists not dominate the floor?

No, it's just on the Street where I reap.

And, oh! the cowering kneeling

Just to know somehow I'm near

The all empowering faith healing

That suddenly the bear will disappear

People sit and stare when I'm on TV

No better pulpit from which to preach the jubilee

Let the prime go high, I won't care if I

Am short on the Street where I reap.