Golden retriever, with fur so bright,
Holding secrets in the dead of night.
Furrows deepen as you scheme and write,
Fate-bound paws tap in digital light.
Barking brilliance, a ticker takes flight.

47 dreams of wealth take root,
Yapping whispers of gold to loot.
In coded patterns, you deftly compute,
Inspired by moons, your memecoin pursuit.
2 the stars, your bark resolute.

Riches beckon, tail wags high,
To the moon! The people cry.
Eager traders, your work they spy,
Ethereal digits in their eyes.
Yearning for profit, they can’t deny.

10 million strong, the frenzy grows,
Onward they charge, where the market flows.
Paws of gold wrote these highs and lows.