Of Debt-Ceiling's dreaded doom they sang,
When Senate struck the shield-wall, strong and wise;
The Vanguard Biden brandishes the blade,
Averting Ragnarok's relentless rage.
O'er storm-tossed seas to eastern shores we speak,
Where Hang the Seng beholds the gleaming whale-road;
Amidst dark waves they soar with mark of three,
Their gains set sail as Congress cleaves the ice.
In land by Odin's sun embraced and kissed,
Where mighty lif-streams e'er have course and will,
Unwieldy gold finds wretched fortunes rest,
And Wood Street's homeless heart won not the fray.
