Ogden Nash (1902 - 1971) wrote some wonderful silly verse. Here, I parody two of his better known ditties—"The Turtle" (which lives ‘twixt plated decks that practically conceal its sex..." and "The Seagull" (which aspires to be an ea-gull). By merging my refurbished versions of these two works, I end up with a critique of some of the blowhards and felons who have done so much to create today’s dour markets.
Who Do You Trust?
Analysts work at cluttered desks
And make decisions quite complex
To good stock they are much devoted
Provided their firms underwrote it.
Who do you trust?
Auditors’ jobs are such a bore
‘Cause all they do is keep the score
But when bad signals they ignore
A lot of folks can end up poor.
Who do you trust?
Lucky the economist
Whose arcane work is never dissed
The wonder is he don’t get hissed
Though ev’ry market turn he’s missed.
Who do you trust?
Hark to the Wall Street cornered felon
How gingerly old pals he’s sellin’
Long jail time for them he’s spellin’
A trade for his own troubles quellin’.
Who do you trust?
Who do you trust?
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