Of German trade surplus, quoth this humble brother,
Goods in low export, yet surplus spills over.
Just as robust wine eases worldly bother,
In the cask of commerce, prosperity we discover.

Ere comes the dawn, a toast to the green new venture,
Carry clean power o'er vast lands in miniature.
Like a barrel full of ale on a holy adventure,
To the city's thirst, 'tis a saintly suture.

Take heed, good sirs, the fickle dance of gold,
Its uptrend holds, yet a pullback may unfold,
Like spirits in a chalice, bold yet behold,
Before long, we may see its value remold.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur