A Song for Wall Street

In Nicaragua, my Nicaragua, 
    What can you buy for a penny there?—
A basketful of apricots, 
    A water jug of earthenware, 
A rosary of coral beads
    And a priest’s prayer. 

And for two pennies? For two new pennies?—
    The strangest music ever heard
All from the brittle little throat
    Of a clay bird, 
And, for good measure, we will give you
    A patriot’s word. 

And for a nickel? A bright white nickel?—
    It’s lots of land a man can buy,
A golden mine that’s long and deep,
    A forest growing high, 
And a little house with a red roof
    And a river passing by. 

But for your dollar, your dirty dollar, 
    Your greenish leprosy, 
It’s only hatred you shall get
    From all my folks and me;
So keep your dollar where it belongs 
    And let us be!