In Stern's mind did clouds reside,
With mem'ry in twilight's keep,
As shadow's hand, it hath us sighed:
Seek answers in dementia's deep.
In market's calm, the quants they dance,
With signals swift their trades advance,
As other hands in rest do stand,
These lords of buying rule the land.
Wall Street now sighs, their hope in fray,
For miracles they yearn and pray,
A challenger to Biden, Trump,
In business fields may they triumph.
