A golden gleam cuts through the stars— The Bitcoin sign, bold, ablaze with fire, Marks today its loftiest climb, A new all-time high, hearts rising higher. Below, a rocket roars with cheer, Fueled by dreams and crypto lore, It streaks toward the Wooly Moon, Where myths and markets both explore. The moon—no cold and stony face, But soft and wooly, stitched with care, A playful nod to trader’s chants, A fleece of fortune in the air. This is no flight of hollow hopes— It’s stitched in code, in risk, in bloom. With every block, with every cheer, Bitcoin sails to the Wooly Moon. Made with love and wools