|2010, Oh my Euro, what have you come to?
Oh Euro, My Euro
(With apologies to Walt Whitman)
Oh euro, my euro, 'twas said your time had come,
You'd withstood all the early flack, your doubters seemed undone;
With francs a ghost, with liras toast, and deutschmarks just a mem'ry,
Around the globe, your worth was sold, in circles monetary.
But now, alas, that time has past,
A new day has arrived,
With traders asking could it be
The euro won't survive?
Oh euro, once mighty, the money pack outpaced,
You made Dutch guilders disappear, pesetas you replaced;
With you baguettes were freely bought, with you paella ordered,
'Twas heralded no exchange rates, a Europe without borders.
Good euro, hope bringer
Have you become unsound?
You're even trading lower now
Than the beat up British pound!
The euro keeps on falling, it cannot find its legs,
Its strength has got so faded that it breaks through all the pegs;
The thinking here is changing fast,
As the richer lands gets rolled,
Could this have been a pretty dream,
One greatly oversold?
©2010 Michael Silverstein