cross posted from Facebook (sorry to my friends for the redundancy…); I was in a whimsical mood yesterday (must have been all the Robitussin in my system), and I re-tooled a Cole Porter classic:

The year is young, the cupboard’s bare,
and you really need some new clothes to wear,
It’s de-frightful, it’s de-vicious, it’s De-pression.

I understand the reason why
You’re strapped for cash, ’cause so am I
It’s de-Wall Street, it’s the de-conomy, it’s De-pression.

You can tell at a glance very little’s left of your balance
You can hear your dear Mother murmering low, “do you need some dough?”

So please be sweet, my CPA, and when I ask you could you say
It’s protected, it’s diversified, it’s impervious, it’s retirement,
Not, it’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de limit, it’s De-pression!