At the trading outpost, midst the merchant's chatter,
Behold, a goat named Vodafone grows fatter.
Selling twigs of Oak, a fortune makes,
A snail's burden lifted for what it takes.
Where eastern dogs in market squabbles snarl,
Trump's silver tariffs cast a deadly snarl.
The rabbit watches as the shadows creep,
Fearful of the losses sown so deep.
In whispers low, across worn cobbles hummed,
"Vivendi seeks new pastures, rightly plumed."
A dove to London, a stag to Amsterdam,
The breaking dawn foretells their planned grand slam.
