is a time to be jolly,
For it is a season of
It is a time when the foxy
Masquerade with moxie
In the statements of Proxy;
A time when the real
Yield to the surreal.
It is at this time of Easter
That men in suits of stripe
Gather in street called Wall
To hear the shareholder's gripe.
But how can a deaf hear?
How can a mute speak?
So Wall Street's annual rigmarole
For shareholders on patrol
Has all the meaning of pomp and greeting
Though it's called the Annual Meeting.
As for the truth, as for the honor?
"Check at the entrance door
Before entering the land of Greed."
This is the true Wall Street creed.