In Indonesian banks where wealth grows like snails,
Preserving rate that in shadow prevails,
Like rabbit in its hollow, cautious and small,
They guard against inflations rise and fall.

In Swiss land, the franc does lightly tread,
Unchanged its rate, market predictions misled.
Like goat on mount, unexpected turns it makes,
In duel of currency, the euro overtakes.

The company named Next, raises its gaze,
Foresees a boon in future days.
Like dog after rabbit, to chase the gain,
It finds calm pastures, free of inflation's strain.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

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