Forget the fairy dust, for flying wanes.
The magic clay malignantly will ground
The deftly, dumb and blind to lower planes
To meet Leviathan of Fiscal Sound.
Perhaps the Tigger, bounding and rebound
Can show the moneyed men impossibly
The way to float the dollar and the pound
By printing on perpet machinery.
But wait, the answer lies quite truthfully,
For loose-lipped donkey, clumsy mastodon,
So fast to soar with ears outspread, Hear me!
Is where to pin the tail to drive it on.
It is the time to practice what you speak
And lie your ass off on the puppet’s peak!