One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was sat at the Bloomberg terminal with my lord thorstach
Across the dark screen flashed trades from my portfolio.
For each trade, I noticed two sets of butt prints in the chair,
One belonging to me and one to thorstach.
After the last trade of my portfolio flashed before me,
I thought back at the butt prints in the chair.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my portfolio,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of butt prints.
This really troubled me, so I asked thorstach about it.
"Thorstach, you said once I decided to follow you,
You'd sit with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of the market,
there was only one set of butt prints.
I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me."
He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of butt prints,
When the top was in, I carried you on my lap."