Now I lay me down to sleep, with my share certificates tucked in the sheet.

I'll wish away this day in red, slap my pillow around my head.

Dream of a river of precious ore that runs five miles deep beneath the store.

Vast treasures does it hold as told in yarn and lore for those that hold.

Give us a News Release, O'Wes I plead before the bell come morning to read.

"Drill bit still in Nickel and wer'e half way to hell"..... is what it should tell.

To spend a day in green for once instead of on the sell.

You nasty traders,shorts that smell.

But when they're beggin' to get my shares they'll hear me say.

"NOT for sale again today"

night, night

mynot