The economic expert packed his briefcase
And took a plane to east Antarctica
Where he was greeted by the Secretary
To the Mining Engineer in Chief.
The economic expert viewed the scene
And said, 'It's rather cold, I think', but when
The Mining Engineer wanted his opinion
On the inflationary potential
Of extracting sub-oceanic reefs,
He only bit his cigarette and said,
'I'll wend in my report when I have studied
The case for subsiding the export of corals.'
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