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  • Id:

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  • Prompt:

    Create me a funny jingle of Yogi the trader, who buy Pie when its high and sell when its low. wreck!

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    Yogi the Trader

  • Description:

    The image depicts a lively scene with a man in a yellow shirt standing in front of a store, possibly a restaurant or a shop. He appears to be a trader, possibly a jingle joker, as he is surrounded by various items such as a cup, a bowl, and a bottle. There are also two other people in the scene, one standing to the left of the man in yellow and the other person standing further to the right. The overall atmosphere seems to be fun and engaging, with the man in yellow possibly being the center of attention.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Yogi the Trader
Tags: Jingle, Comedy, Storytelling

[Verse 1]
Yogi's at the market with a plan so bold,
Wears a yellow shirt, pockets full of gold.
Sees a cherry pie sittin' oh so high,
Says, \"That's the top! Time to buy, oh my!\"

[Chorus]
Buyin' when it's high, sellin' when it's low,
Yogi’s got that backwards trader glow.
Pie in the sky, but he’s in a hole,
Wrecked again — bless his soul!

[Verse 2]
Charts on his phone, he don’t read ‘em right,
Buys a slice at noon, sells it out by night.
Crowd gathers 'round just to watch the show,
Yogi yells, \"To the moon!\" as profits go below.

[Chorus]
Buyin' when it's high, sellin' when it's low,
He's got that upside-down portfolio.
Syrupy dreams, but they crumble slow,
Another sweet loss in Yogi's row.

[Bridge]
They say, “Buy the dip!” He says, “Nope, too scary!”
He’s buyin’ peaks like it's whipped cream cherry.
All the traders laugh, but he's full of cheer,
“Next time I’ll nail it!” (same pie, next year!)

[Chorus]
Buyin' when it's high, sellin' when it's low,
Yogi’s got that comedy flow.
Pie charts fail, but his legend grows,
Still wrecked, still proud — that’s Yogi’s show!

[Outro]
So if you see him strut with a grin so wide,
Pie crumbs on his chin, no shame to hide,
Just know you met the market's clown,
The only man who buys the top — and sells it down!

[End]