Ye Heineken bold, in commerce steeped,
Its lucre lost, yet promises kept.
Like the goat surprised by winter's sweep,
It prances on, while lesser beasts wept.

Dassault, the snail, slow gains doth reap,
Its shell of gold, it carefully prepped.
Its hum tunes sweet, promises to keep,
A brighter morrow, its song has lept.

Lloyds, the hound, its gain does leap,
On higher profits, securely stepped.
His bark is loud, his vigil, sleep,
In confidence, its guidance is adept.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur