The Wreck of Yukon Zinc Mining...

 

The legend lives on, from Cannacorde on down,

Of the hope they call the stock market;

The Venture, it is said, never gives up her dead,

When the mood of investors turns gloomyyyy..

With tons of zinc ore, that were still in the ground,

And surrounded by crumbling stone;

The new ship Yukon Zinc, set sail for the brink,

And Meade would "go it alone....".

The mine was the pride, of the American side,

20 mill by a hedgefund in Boston;

As zinc mines go, it was smaller than most,

And the captain knew not what he was do'innn...

With a glossy brochure, and a rising zinc tide,

Meade went out looking for moneyyyyy.

From under two bits, to a dollar or more,

The future was nothing but sunnyy....

The buzz on the bullboards, was "she's gonna go...

to the moon, if not more, by the weekend".....

So we all bought a ticket, to go for the cruise, T'was the fortune that we been a'seekinn!

The 9th of May, was a nervewracking day,

As we waited for news of the study;

When the trading was halted, our hopes had all faltered;

the future was suddenly muddyyyy!

When 2 o'clock came, she was trading again,

But not to anyone's like'in......

With the 4 o'clock bell, we knew all was not well,

Cuz the Boston crowd bailed out early.....

The study, it seems, had some flaws in it's dreams,

There would be no mine in the Yukon;

When the second halt came, the accountants he blamed,

T'was the signal for investors to move onnn.....

. A "good buy now" the hypsters are raving.....

But I say "good-bye to life savings".....

And later in June, was it really so soon,

Came the wreck of Yukon Zinc Mining.....

Does anyone know, where the money all goes,

When the Venture turns cash into vapour.....

"Don't sell now", the faithful espouse, "Your loss is only on paperrrr...

. And the posters abound, likemoola the clown,

Who says "can't you see what they sold ya....

He rubs it in, and says with a grin... "See, boys, its like I told yaaaa.....

And the Venture still calls, like a wh*re on Howe street,

All glitzy, with promise of pleasure...

. But she'll wreck your home,

then leave you alone, and spit in your face for good measure...

. And ARU is the play of the day, Its made some a pile of treasure...

. So when the next one comes 'round,

boys stand your ground And beware of stocks that are shining...

It's not too late, if you remember the fate,

and the wreck of Yukon Zinc Mininnggg......

10sne1.