That ftse climbed to sixty six and then put on two more,
until it heard a muffled shriek a’coming from afar.
T'was Lexic (Dick) with finger poised he counted off his chicks.
Damn and blast it won’t get there so damn its knavish tricks.
Not yet, not yet quoth ftse, please kindly wait awhile
‘cos I’ll re-open soon, you know, and then you’ll make a pile.
There! Will two and seventy suffice and let you go to bed,
so no more cussin’ me or I’ll squeeze you good and dead.
Have fun guys, I'm off birdwatching for a few days. Take care y'all.