Hear, I sing of Ashanti gold,
Struck by woes untold,
In Brazil, their fortunes hold,
Weaved in a tale of earnings cold.
In the east, a dragon keen,
In its claws, policy unseen,
Liquidity, its treasure sheen,
A cut in RRR, amongst tools, play the queen.
Vonovia, despite the blow,
Holds its head high in the snow,
Revenue fell, earnings slow,
Yet they grimly face the coming woe.
