Never before has there been such a day.
Even Gartman shut up and went to pray.
What kind of day you might ask?
When GOLD took all the PTB to task

What kind of day you want to know?
When GOLD went up and began to glow.
When GOLD hit thirty, forty and more,
you could say Bernanke was a little sore,

and Becky folded her arms in fear,
while Joe kept asking for another beer,
and from Gartman’s eyes a blowhard’s tear,
and Sinclair was named a market seer.

What kind of day you want to know,
when GOLD was all go! go! go!
and the shorts were running, pants on fire,
how high could it go, could it go any higher?

Then it hit fifty and it was not done,
it was blasting away on a GOLD career run.
CNBC threatened to lock their doors.
they were all shaken to their pimping cores.

And GOLD went higher, to sixty and more.
It didn’t care who was eating the floor.
Splinters fell out of Mark Haines jaw,
he yelled that GOLD was breaking the law.

And it didn’t stop its run at seventy either,
had more energy than a Canadian beaver!!!
And Gartman just shrugged and hid his eyes,
the gold bugs now would eat him alive.

GOLD just kept going through the roof.
Kernen looked at his charts to see the truth.
And the gold bugs danced for they were alive,
when GOLD that day was up EIGHTY FIVE!!!!!!

North