See the sinking of the Silvergate Collector,

I think he's angry at public opinion projector.

He finds it hard to see the clock,

Overshadowed by the dirty fog

Who is that ending near the money?

I think she'd like to see it funny.

She is a wallet girl,

Admired as she sits upon world.

Her coins car is just an exchange,

It needs no gas, it runs on interchange.

She's not alone she brings a break,

a pet rat, and lots of daybreak.

The rat likes to chase the cats,

Especially one that's in the Zaps.

The Collector shudders at the Gold

He want to leave but she wants it bold.