Of Hellenic and Teutonic bonds I sing,
In tender verse their stable union framed,
Ere June's full course hath run, their value cling,
One-hundred forty points their link proclaimed.
Oh weary woes! United vestige falls,
In lowered grounds and wanton air consumed,
Profits reduced, the hare lament's sweet calls,
Inflations grown and costs to heights resume.
Now waned the case, to Ericsson's delight,
The court declares from whence the shadows cast,
In gallant truth, investors reclaimed their right,
In yon Iraq their pretensions lie in past.
