In the dance of quills and ink's great tide,
Blazon forth words of world clasped wide,
Tales spun by Clio's hand, far and wide,
What news of yore, on Eire's countrified.

Of commerce's ebb and flow, where doth it reside,
In halls of gold, or in peasants' stride?
To all with ear for coins chime, pray confide,
What's news - business, finance, and wealths wild ride?

In measures sweet, as friends beside,
Dipped in life's brine, bliss and sorrow allied,
Peppers bite and salt's embrace, glorified,
In every fable our hearts abide.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur