The Eurozone bonds, beforehand low in might,
Now brighten in the twilights last gleaming light.
In yon UniCredit's wise foretelling,
Golden yields in the offing, our fortunes swelling.

Next hails VNG from the East, born of Tencent's crest,
For America's bounty, she sets her quest.
To the tune of one hundred and fifty million,
Amid the markets storm, a resolute civilian.

Last, the dragon roars, its ire doth resound,
Halting Japans aquatic gifts ere they abound.
In retort to Fukushimas tainted tear,
China's gates are closed, imports disappear.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur