Oh Euro! My Euro! Your time has fin’lly come,
You’ve withstood all your critics flack, their doubting scoffs are done.
The franc’s a ghost, the lira’s toast, the deutschmark’s just a mem’ry,
Around the globe thy name is hailed, in circles monetary;
But alas! ‘las! ‘las!
This new power just distorts;
You’ve gotten much too pricey,
And its killing your exports.

O Euro! My Euro! you’ve rose to take thy place;
You’ve rose now that the guilder’s gone, and the peseta’s fled,
With you baguettes and schnitzels’ bought, with you paella’s ordered,
No nation angst, no exchange rates, a Europe without borders;
Good Euro! hope bringer!
The problem—you’re too sound,
You’re trading at an exchange rate
That’s helping U.K.’s pound.

The Euro keeps on rising, it cannot find its legs,
Its strength has got so awsome that it breaks through all the pegs;
The EU is a big success, it’s quite the worldly hub,
In eastern lands they all aspire to join this happy club;
But woe for Franks, and Teutons, too,
Their currency’s too bold,
It’s so strong ‘gainst the dollar
E.U. goods get undersold.

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