In the land where the River Rhine doth flow,
'Tis said the coin of Europe rides on ebb,
The German heart beats sluggish, weak and slow,
As DZ Bank casts shadows with their web.

And now behold, 'neath twilight's starry wreath,
Exor doth grasp at Philips, firm and leal,
They claim, in hushed whispers beneath breath,
A stake of value great, a royal deal.

Yet eastward, in the Dragon's fiery glare,
There quivers frail deceit twixt gold and dross,
For EV makers knead the lion's share,
And fear new price cuts might lead to their loss.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur