In the hall of Bang & Olufsen, the sound doth ring,
A quarter's rising tide lends the crafters wing,
More precious gear their golden hammers toil,
While serpent costs their efforts cease to foil.

A tempest calms 'neath Germany's steadfast keep,
Price-hound's growth is stalled, in slumber deep.
Since Ukraine conflicts did their fearful start,
The ECB may lift its heavy heart.

To test the depths of extra-long debt's sea,
Germany casts her nets with cunning glee,
'Spite recent storms that whipped the yield-swept tide,
Demand's true strength she seeks, eyes open wide.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur