Given many a quaint and curious report of macroeconomic lore --
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping on my trading floor.
' 'Tis some investor, ' I muttered, 'rapping on my trading floor--
Only this and nothing more.'
Ah, I do recall cold sober it was in the bleak October;
And each separate widening spread wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow -- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my trades surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost bravado--
For the appetite for risk that had been widespread heretofore--
Gone this month for evermore.
And the sudden, sad, uncertain busting of each merger spread
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
' 'Tis some investor entreating entrance to my trading floor--
Some nice investor entreating entrance to my trading floor--
That it is and nothing more.'"
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