[Instrumental grim, dark, catchy, awesome] [Verse 1] Once we rode on bullish waves, high where eagles dare, Charts climbing skyward, without a single care. In the glow of green-lit screens, fortunes made overnight, Dreams packaged in candlesticks, in every trader’s sight. [Chorus] Stonks to the moon, they cried, in frenzied meme delight, Diamond hands to hold the line, through the euphoric flight. But what goes up must come down, in the market’s fickle play, Now the bears have stormed the gates, turning night into day. [Verse 2] Memes spun like folklore, from Wall Street to the ‘net, “Buy the dip,” they roared, but the floor wasn’t set. Tendies on the horizon, were just too good to be true, As the bulls began to falter, and the bearish winds blew. [Bridge] Paper hands fold under pressure, as portfolios turn red, HODLers whisper prayers, for a rebound from the dread. In the memes, we find laughter, but the truth is stark and keen, In the land of stonks and traders, not all that glitters is green. [Verse 3] So we chart the memes of markets, where fortunes twist and twirl, Every stonk a story, in the fiscal whirl. We chase the highs, brace for lows, in the market's endless jest, And hold our breath for one more day, in the Wall Street quest. [Chorus] Stonks to the moon, we hope, as the market finds its form, Through the memes and madness, through the financial storm. May the bulls one day return, to lift us from the sorrow, Until then, we meme, we dream, of a greener tomorrow. [Outro] As the closing bell tolls, in its somber, solemn tune, We ponder on the stonks, beneath the market's moon. For every trader's gamble, in this digital bazaar, Lies a meme to tell the tale, of dreams that reach too far.
