In my opinion only, here is a poem. I am not a poet. I will give it a shot.
The night before earnings, not a sound in the hall.
Not even from the Fly on the Wall.
All of the investors
are gathered together
hoping and praying
that this stock will be playing
and the tune of good fortune
will grant them a fortune
A fortune here, a fortune there
a fortune everywhere
The joy of Jones
a fortune was here