A yonder meadow of wealth does decline,
'Neath the watch of the vigilant goat that is Deutsche,
Falling yield be his song on the wind's gentle line,
As the snail of the ECB inches without a reproche.
A rabbit in the shadow of hounds does despair,
Upon the fields of Ukraine, a fruit it could not fetch,
NATO's promise, like a hare, elusive as air,
Failing to grant the burrow, in Russia's paw to sketch.
Through the warren, DNB winds a triumphant trail,
Beats within the heart of her profit do flutter,
Her basket of gains swells full, none to curtail,
The dog's bark of success in the air does she utter.
