Of AB Foods and profits eke,
An outlook bright and fair they speak,
Primark's rise, a summer's tale,
As bounteous harvests swell the ale.

Yet woe betides Siemens' loom,
A profit warning doth their doom,
Like murky ale, their stock decline,
For Gamesa's future no man define.

Now praise be sung for Hyundai's gain,
A contract they hath won, 'tis plain,
In distant sands of Araby,
Like sweetest wine their fortunes be.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur