There rises in the distance
Across the Vale of Dreams
A fair and lovely city,
Built on get-rich-quick schemes.
Its towers are bright and shining.
Its streets are paved with gold,
Paid for by mine promotions
And stock sales bad and bold.
Wondrous that shining city
Before our vision stands,
But when we come to touch it
It crumbles ’neath our hands.
Ethereal its fabric,
Intangible its soil.
’Twas builded with the fortunes
We never made in oil.