If

[The Song of the]

If you can make one heap of six months of fun,
And risk it on one turn of the CFA,
And fail, and start again at the book one,
And never breathe a word about your test day;
If you can post on Analyst Forum and keep your virtue,
Or write in bullet points so you’ll be done soon,
If neither family nor loving friends can distract you,
If all men count on you, but none till June;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of secret sauce fun,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a CFA, my son.

 

[wct2010]

Standard VII(B) fail.

 

[Audacious]

A poem from the US without the word booty in it. This is a cultural achievement.