The tulip craze was a florists maze
Not knowing which one would bring the most pay
Fortunes were made, fortunes were lost
Folks would go bankrupt, some at great cost
With the mania over, there were still others
Casinos are available, so hustle my brothers
Fortunes are not made nor are they lost
Unless of course, you are the boss
The markets on the other hand, that can be tricky
The pendulum swings every business day
So you’ve got to be picky
In a New York minute fortunes could change
That’s in part why it is the great game
Nothing like fortune, though to keep it takes skill
So don’t let someone thief it from you at will
Crooks will leave you with nothing if they can
Regardless of if you’re woman, child or man
It takes luck and talent
For you to succeed
And when it’s all achieved
You won’t have a need
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