Thy fortune's wheel turns fair for fruitful Tele2,
With coin abundant, earnings shine anew,
Like sun, their valour bright does deeply glow,
Their pledges grow as glistening morning dew.

Swift sails the ship of profit SEB so grand,
In bounty, 'tis a cornucopia, rich and fair,
Yet the wind in its sail may fall quiet on the strand,
This transitory strength warning: beware.

Fair Novartis, with outlook bright as forged steel,
Predicts growth sturdy like a northern pine.
Their coffers burgeon, a hefty share they deal,
In Odin's eye, a low double digit is divine.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur