In the land of heat and desert's wrath,
QatarEnergy, they chose Saipem's path.
Shares did surge like a thunderous wave,
A contract won, fortunes to save.
Hark the news from ANZ's golden tower,
Metal's price blooms, like a sun-kissed flower.
In the shadow of the Fed's looming cut,
Gold gains ground; no door is shut.
Rexel, in its castle high,
QXO's billions it did decry.
Lead by Jacobs, of wealth untold,
Their offer spurned, deemed less than gold.
