In yon fair land, where houses strong do rise,
Barratt's own bard, John Allan, steps aside,
Preventing discord 'gainst him mounted high,
Sweet Caroline now takes the reins in stride.

As fortunes of Adani fair do soar,
Upon two sunlit days, their shares swell grand,
The Court's own verdict clears their name of yore,
No foul manipulation found upon the land.

Alas, Nikkei's rise hath met a fall,
A measly fraction lost, a coin's dislike,
Yet still recall the lofty heights of all,
This fleeting dip, a mere correction's strike.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur