The Cripticada and the Fiant

(with apologies to Jean de La Fontaine’s fable “The Cicada and the Ant”)

The Cripticada, hodling and meme-ing
All bull market long,
Now found crypto creaming,
And ceased in his song.
Not a gain in his portfolio
So he shivered, and ceased in his song.

Miss Fiant was his neighbor;
To her he went:
“O, you’re rich from stable SOV,
And I’ve not a cent.
Lend me USD, and I vow I’ll triple it,
Though at present I have not a cent.”

The Fiant’s not a lender,
Though she takes central bank IOUs.
Her heart’s far from tender
To those with crypto views.
So she said: “Pray, how passed you the bull run,
That in crypto winter you’re so glum?”

“I hodled and memed through the bubble,”
Cripticada said.
“But now I’m in trouble
Because I’ve no bread.”
“So you hodled!” sneered the Fiant. “What a shame.”
Now the bubble’s popped– and you have only yourself to blame.”