Oh Citizens, thy bold hand dost reach for gold,
High-rates be thy vine, wealthy customers thine old,
First Republic's path thou wearily tread,
In private banking, thy wine be spread.
In Brazil, Petrobras seeks to quench its thirst,
With billions of silver, 'tis near to burst.
To become a knight of Oil's high table,
Their barrels shall flow, as long as they're able.
Now, unto the markets, record cash does flow,
Like ale in a tavern, it begins to glow.
Stocks and bonds rally in feverish toast,
Investors, redirect thy money, or lose the most!
