Tolkien spolkien here.

Took me a moment to remember the rhyme.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,T
he crownless again shall be king.


Apparently after Black Friday (so called because it is the first day the retailers will be in the black this year) it is now Panic Saturday. 
I should really go buy some food....