Of Apple's vault, a union grand,
With Goldman's might, did magic land,
Yet lo, the cries of patrons rise,
For treasure trapped, such rank surprise.
Alas, the Boeing bird aspired,
To seek the stars, so long desired,
But bitter fate did safety fears,
Hold fast the flight in mortal tears.
In times so fraught, afore the might,
Of Macy's realm, the fall of height,
And Dollar General's fortune sways,
Both treasuries in gloom, dismay.
