Of Hugo Boss, a tale I'll sing to thee,
Their gains dost swell, a future fair they see;
In Asia-Pacific's lands, in China's might,
Their earnings flourish, prospects shining bright.
Siemens, in ventures bold, doth plant its seeds,
With coin of gold, they seek to meet their needs;
In digitalization's waltz, they sway,
And in automation's arms, their dance displayed.
Now hark! A trumpet sounds o'er Legal's gate,
To welcome Simoes, their chief awaits;
In Anno Domini, come first new morn,
He taketh rein, and leads them through the storm.
