THE RUN OF THE DIAMOND BULL
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… their spirits were sunken and low …
… there was neither sign nor show …
… their bags weighed more than a ton …
… when the BULL began to RUN …
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… the shills were shilling wall-to-wall …
… every short got a margin call …
… the gig was up they’d had their fun …
… when the BULL began to RUN …
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… the candles green came fast and tall …
… his eyes burned red and his horns did maul …
… each wick was bold and quick to stun …
… when the BULL began to RUN …
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… no fortune smiles upon the neat …
… doubters dream of his balance sheet …
… his bags of diamond gleam in the sun …
… and every bear is left with none …
… SINCE the BULL began to RUN …
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THE RUN OF THE DIAMOND BULL
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