ARTIST: (in training) Mr Smith :-))
Indocan, Indocan, what is thy game,
Some of the shareholders, now crying in shame.
Too many business plans, where is the meat,
Focus soon, or go down in defeat.
Seven million ounces, and drilling for gas,
Rumours of buyout, never come to pass.
Disappintments all, the price at 4 cents,
Shareholders broke, can't even pay rent.
From the shores of Nova Scotia, to the sands of Nevada,
From visions of a Mercedes, to the reality of a Lada.
Gold and garnets, oil then water,
Shareholders feel, they are being led to the slaughter.
All is not lost, there is still time,
To move this stock, once again to a dime.
Admit you mistakes, announce your regret,
Start a new company, on the Internet.
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