Amidst the morning's chirping song,
Gold does slip as rabbits dart along,
Yet it grasps the snail's steady pace,
Unveiling June's lustrous face.
The goat bell tolls the election's end,
In banks, a stir, on time they depend.
In focus, French banks stand verily,
Ponder they, 'pon the votes' mystery.
Guarded by a centrist's hand,
May the French-German bonds expand.
Like loyal dogs in evening's gloam,
Tighten bonds that call France home.
