Fairy Fare

Bitcoin is alike to the gold
which Fairies gave in times of old,
a gleaming glam of coinage that
seems a lot, but is dandiprat.
It seems oh so like a godsend,
that crypto pot at rainbow’s end,
but when you take it to the bank
you find you lack all real-world rank
except, perhaps, as Lord of Fools
when coins and crowns and all jewels
recede to leaves and moss and stones
to weigh you down, and the Dow Jones.