By Rod Fitzsimmons Frey (To the tune of Cole Porter’s “I’m Always True to You, In My Fashion“)
If my screen shows its a buy,
Or it just catches my eye
As oft as not, the thing gets bought that day!
But I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my fashion
Yes, I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my way.
I’ve a dear but clueless friend
Likes to hop aboard a trend,
As my friend gets rich, I watch my finger twitch — it’s judgement day!
But I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my fashion
Yes, I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my way.
There’s a list of plutocrats
Who like to give some diamonds back
I must concentrate, but that sell looks great — and now I pay!
But I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my fashion
Yes, I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my way.
Some that sell their market dross
Counting makes them mad and cross
When their math shows cracks, there’s always Amazon hacks — One star, they say!
Still I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my fashion
Yes, I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my way.
I can count the S&P
And the bumps of corn and beans
And if oil’s a bore, and the west’s a chore — Nikkei!
But I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my fashion
Yes, I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my way.
We all love to count and sum
And I trust those meals will come
And when the meals roll in, I’ll thank you, Galton — Hurray!
‘Cause I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my fashion
Yes, I’m always true to you, Galt’n, in my way.