[R. S. Gwynn]

Nostrae culpae is our motto: Should have put your cash on Lotto,
Should have sunk it in the garden or secured debenture bonds;
Should have put it in a snuff-tin--it would still be good enough when
All the wizards of the bail-out come to wave their magic wands.

Should have hid it in the cellar, should have had it laundered well or
Shipped it off into the Caymans or a stash that lies offshore;
Should have bought a case of Spam, a new Mercedes for your gramma,
Should have purchased those commodities with which you're never poor.

Should have stuffed it in a cranny or a fixed retirement plan (he
Never suffers whose portfolios are locked to interest rates);
Should have bet on faster horses or gold found in far-off sources;
Should have saved all those food coupons, or just shared it with your mates.

So we say now nostrae culpae is our way of saying Gulp! Hey,
We're all totally behind you as we wend our merry round.
We're your buddies, fellow boozers (which is not to say just losers),
As we hold hands and we jump in waters where we may be drowned.