In tom-tom's echo, there doth lie a tale,
Of goodly shares, stout as a holy grail.
Revenues rose, spirits high as a kite,
Guidance doth shine, in complex truths more bright.

Off to the States, Taiwan's second hand,
Defying Beijing, to make a noble stand.
As delicate as wine within crystal cast,
In courage found, a future vast.

Now the dollar, weak like watered ale,
Yet fear not, for its might could yet prevail.
If the Fed doth rise the rates in fair July,
Might we see the dollar fly high by and by.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur