Goldman Sachs is a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw–
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime–Goldman Sachs is not there!

He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair–
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Goldman Sachs is not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair–
But it’s useless of investigate–Goldman Sachs is not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
“It must have been Goldman Sachs!”–but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Goldman Sachs, Goldman Sachs, there’s no one like Goldman Sachs,
There never was a Bank of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place–GOLDMAN SACHS WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Banks whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Kenny Lewis, I might mention Pandit-bone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Bank who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
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In similiar vein, this person walks the street under the Noonday Sun..

http://www.forbes.com/2009/04/14/federal-reserve-bernanke-markets-economy-inflation.html?partner=popstories