Monday, April 1, 2019

There Once Was An Uncle Called Wiggly

Now me, I heard it right on wall street
that a copper chasing broker was balls deep
in a puddle of shares whose price dropped like a snare.
Let's move to Baltimore, here they all creeps.

Nineteen-hundred-seven THE PANIC!
Banks are sinking like the Titanic.
But that was five years later (let me rewind, hater)
And use both hands to find my way through the static.

Eight million dollars in three hours
withdrawn, leaving Knickerbocker sour.
Warburg was smilin' all the way to Jekyll Island
and America was theirs to devour.

And you can read all about it here!

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