Share market
Many people’s target
To be a millionaire
In a year
Selling the milky cow
Selling the bucket
Giving wife false vow
Snatching her locket.
Rushing to the Broker house
Sitting like domestic mouse
To buy and sell share
To be a millionaire
Then with the empty pocket
Sunken eye salty socket
Returned he home
It was 1996
Cent percent doom
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