$FCEL 'Twas the night before compliance, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a bear; The portfolios were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Few soon would be there; The bulls were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of green candles danced in their heads. St. Few spoke not a word, but went straight to his work he filled all the portfolios; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the charts $FCEL rose;He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle. “merry compliance to all, and to all a good night!”
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