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{{a|otto|{{image|Scissorman|png|Poor, stupid Samuel.}}}}An obscure German children’s author, {{Otto}}  wrote [[Cruwwelpeter]], a book of cautionary tales about misbehaviour with ''Geschäftsanteilsverpfändung'', and it has thrown a long, nervous shadow over the practice of banking law ever since. In it, Little Harriet played with duration mismatches and burned herself to death.  Little Johnny Head-in-Air forgot to register his ''Sicherungsdarlehen'' and was struck off the wharf and floated away, never to be seen again. Fidgety Philip amended his security package and rendered it void for want of [[consideration]]. And most gruesomely of all, was the story of Samuel, little Nick-a-Fund, who — well:
{{a|otto|{{image|Scissorman|png|Poor, stupid Samuel.}}}}An obscure German children’s author, {{Otto}}  wrote [[Cruwwelpeter]], a book of cautionary tales about misbehaviour with ''Geschäftsanteilsverpfändung'', and it has thrown a long, nervous shadow over the practice of banking law ever since. In it, Little Harriet played with duration mismatches and burned herself to death.  Little Johnny Head-in-Air forgot to register his ''Sicherungsdarlehen'' and was struck off the wharf and floated away, never to be seen again. Fidgety Philip amended his security package and rendered it void for want of [[consideration]]. And most gruesomely of all, was the story of Samuel, little Nick-a-Fund, who — well:


One day Mamma said “Samuel dear, <br>
{{Little Nick-A-Fund}}
I must go out and leave you here. <br>
But mind now, Samuel, what I say, <br>
Don’t use customer funds while I’m away. <br>
The great tall regulator comes <br>
To little boys who nick client funds; <br>
And ere they dream what he’s about, <br>
He takes his great big baton out,<br>
And bops  and carts them off, ''toute suite'' —  <br>
This is what happens to boys who cheat.”<br>
<br>
 
Mamma had scarcely turned her back, <br>
He’s pocketed the lot: Alack! Alack! <br>
The door flew open, in he ran, <br>
The great, long, red-legged enforcer-man. <br>
Oh! children, see! the bopper’s come <br>
And caught out little Nick-a-Fund. <br>
Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissors go; <br>
And Samuel cries out “Oh! Oh! Oh!” <br>
Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast, <br>
Both his wrists are in cuffs so fast! <br>
 
Mamma comes home: there Sam stands, <br>
And looks quite sad, and shows his hands; <br>
“Ah!” said Mamma, “I knew he’d come <br>
To naughty little Nick-a-Fund.” <br>


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Revision as of 10:59, 1 February 2023

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An obscure German children’s author, Otto Büchstein wrote Cruwwelpeter, a book of cautionary tales about misbehaviour with Geschäftsanteilsverpfändung, and it has thrown a long, nervous shadow over the practice of banking law ever since. In it, Little Harriet played with duration mismatches and burned herself to death. Little Johnny Head-in-Air forgot to register his Sicherungsdarlehen and was struck off the wharf and floated away, never to be seen again. Fidgety Philip amended his security package and rendered it void for want of consideration. And most gruesomely of all, was the story of Samuel, little Nick-a-Fund, who — well:

The Story of Little Nick-a-Fund

One day Mother said, “Samuel dear,
I must go out and leave you here.
But, ‘mind your clients’ is what I say:
Don’t use their cash while I’m away.
The great tall regulator comes
To boys who nick their clients’ funds;
And ’ere they dream what he’s about,
He takes his great big baton out,
And bops and carts them off, toute suite
That’s what happens to boys who cheat.”

Mother had scarcely turned her back,
Sam took the lot: Alack! Alack!
The door flew open, in he ran,
That great, red-legged enforcer-man!
Oh! Children, see! The bopper’s come
And caught our dopey Nick-a-Fund.
Bonk! Bonk! Bonk! The truncheon goes;
And Samuel cries out “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Bonk! Bonk! Bonk! It goes so fast,
Both Sam’s wrists in cuffs at last!

Ma posts bail, and there Sam stands,
He looks quite sad. He shows his hands;
“Ah!” said Mother, “I knew they’d come
For naughty little Nick-a-Fund.”
Now obedient children, wish to soon —
To hold for dear life to the moon,
And you may lose what little sum
You took from bank of Dad and Mum:
They pay no interest nor respects
To those who punt on FTX.

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