In lands afar o'er oceans wide,
Where falcons of the skies do glide,
A C919, proud and strong,
A dragon to the skies belongs.

With earth once ruled by golden coin,
Europe findeth now a choice:
A king of old shall hold his sway,
As interest rates in dance do play.

Of Antioch, a city near,
Where whispers dark do rise mid-air,
Half the guards with tongues so foul,
Engage in words that hearts do scowl.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur