How long can gold Canary sing,

Before its flutters, gestures bring?

Few pay heed, and few believe,

And at its death, few will bereave,

Until the day some others die,

Twas truth the breathing do belie,

That greed had summoned up their cause,

Deceived by Bernie Madoff’s Laws.

Thus, here we are at Christmas time,

Hard pressed to find a silver dime.

The mints cannot a thing produce,

Nor mines finance a golden sluice.

The naked shorts have won the day,

The gold cartel has had its way,

Not so fast, we still have GATA,

Gold’s bold witness to pro rata.