Of giants and titans in Eastern realm,
Their hopes did lie on foreign shore,
To feast in wealth, a China's boom they sought,
Alas, for many, the spoils were naught.

In lands Germanic, of trade and might,
An April wind blew surplus bright,
Exportation, to great a height it soared,
In foreign hunger, German wares adored.

Now, hear of UBS, a saga grand,
To merge with Credit Suisse, take its hand,
Their union swift, as skalds foretold,
With shares delisted, stories bold.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur