Of Treasury yields of yonder land,
Odin's eye on charts doth stand.
Further falls the dragon's tail,
Whispers UOB's foretelling tale.

In golden hoards to Carmot goes,
Roche, the giant, its might shows.
Their purse swells by billions two,
And near half a billion in view.

Odin watches as Spotify bleeds,
Feasting ravens on job loss seeds.
Third round this year, words they cast,
In pursuit of golden gain amassed.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur