Loupin’, onto the gems I can zoom,
seein’ if they are worth a fortune.

I’m examining them so I can measure
if I’m looking at glass or a true treasure.
Sometimes I trace chicanery when I am
loupin’ to give me a better view;
snoopin’ is what I have gotta do.

With the naked eye, one just cannot see
all of the detail that’s necessary.
There’s lots of crafty people who will cheat, thus
loupin’, an authenticity boon.
Cheatin’ I won’t allow to mushroom.
Faux stone? Oh no!

I’ll keep defeating every con-job play;
with crimes these scammers will not get away.
Each day I’m joining in the fraudster fray.
Crime is sure vexin’ me, so I am hexin’ the
doers lookin’ for some real quick loot.
Keepin’ them at bay gives me a hoot—
ho, ho, ho, ho!

Loupin’…
uncover junk.