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In bull markets, the frogs croak with glee,
Their green froggy candles rise up like trees.
Their heavy bags of cash, they love to pump,
then comes the bears, with a playful dump.
the market turns, and bears come near,
The frogs buy knee pads shed a tear
For all the missed opportunities, they weep,
And red candles burn, their hopes do creep.
The bears, they dump, with a wicked grin,
the frogs, they buy, their pockets grow thin
Their green candles fade, their profits too,
the bears they laugh and their shorts renew.
But still the frogs, they hold on tight,
And hope for dawn, and a new light.
the knee pads hanging on the wall
waiting for use in the toilette stall
For in the end, the market wins,
the frogs wipe bear cum, off their chins
thanks for playing the jannies scream
the frog could make it, was just a dream
one more dump, they will spread their cheeks
they have no skills or jobs, the fate of neets
