OLD DUBIOUS-ECONOMY

OLD DUBIOUS-ECONOMY
(Old Deuteronomy, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, TS Elliot)
WilliamBanzai7s Book of Wall Street Fat cats


Dubious-Economy lived a long long time;
He's a Central Banking Fat Cat who has caused many bubbles in his prime.
He was famous in obtuse proverbs and famous in pseudo sophisticated fractional reserve rhymes
A long while before Ben Bernanke's accession.
Old Dubious-Economy buried us many times
And more - I am tempted to say, since ninety-nine;
And his numerous market fundamentalist progeny prosper and thrive
And the Wall Street village is proud of him in his decline.
At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy,
When he sits in the sun by Federal Hall,
The Oldest Inhabitant croaks: `Well, of all ...
Things ... Can it be ... really! ... No! ... Yes! ...
Ho! hi!
Oh, my eye!
My trader sight may be failing, but yet I confess
I believe it is Old Dubious-Economy!'

Old Dubious-Economy sits in the Street,
He sits by Wall Street on FED meeting day;
The private guards may bellow, the Sihk taxis they may beep,
But the hedgehogs and the bankers will all turn them away.
The cars and the trucks run over the curb,
And the Wall Street villagers put up a notice: NYSE CLOSED -
So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb
rest when he feels so disposed
Or when he's engaged in irrationally exuberant wizardry:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: `Well, of all ...
Things ... Can it be ... really! ... No! ... Yes! ...
Ho! hi!
Oh, my eye!
I'm deaf of an ear now, but yet I can guess
That the cause of the trouble is old Dubious-Economy!'

Old Dubious-Economy dreams on the NYSE floor
Of the subprime fox and Buffets FWMD Horn for his afternoon sleep;
And when the busted bankers say: `There's just time for one bubble more,'
then the other Fat Cats from their trading parlours will peep
And say: `Now then, out you go, by the back door,
For Old Dubious-Economy mustn't be woken -
I'll have the FED police if there's any uproar' -
And out they all shuffle, without a dumb word unspoken.
The digestive repose of that feline's flacid free market gastronomy
Must never be broken, whatever befall:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: `Well of all ...
Things ... Can it be ... really! ... Yes! ... No! ...
Ho! hi!
Oh, my eye!
My legs may be tottery, I must go slow
And be careful of Old Alan (the Maestro) 'Dubious-Economy!'