Not your keys? Not Your coins.

Rug, rug, rug your corn,

Quietly down the stream,

BlockFi whispered sweet returns,

But things aren't as they seem.

Rug, rug, rug your corn,

Prime Trust said, “We’re safe!”

But then your coins began to fly,

Away with no escape.

Rug, rug, rug your corn,

3AC with a grin,

They promised to invest it well,

Now where has your corn been?

So learn this song, take heed my friend,

Corn's not just a fleeting trend,

Hold your keys close, watch the fray,

Don’t let them rug your corn away!