Every morning they went out

The seven dwarfs were walking,

Down the street and then up the hill,

Whistling a merry tune so shrill.

With pickaxes on their shoulders,

And bright and cheery faces,

Looking smart in overalls and bootlaces.

Every morning they went out,

With a merry tune and a shoutout,

With a spring in every energetic step.

Every evening they returned weary,

After a hard day’s work of mining,

While the bright sun was shining.

They stopped at the local pub,

For some beer and some grub.

One day the bartender asked,

Workaholic Joe, Slippery Sam, Sharp Tom,

Electric Bill, Walter Clock, Spike Energy,

And Carl Crypto, where they worked.

The cryptic response was as lively as the day,

“We go mining, mining, mining every day,

We are mining Cryptocurrency we dare say.

We have blockchains where we lock our wealth,

In the digital crypto-realm away from prying eyes,

Our crypto-wealth has reached digital crypto skies.”

The seven dwarfs went mining, mining, mining,

All that cryptocurrency was electric and shining.