In lands of Eurozone, a tale unfolds,
Of bond spreads tight'ning, as hope takes hold.
By central banks' tones, these hearts be swayed,
Risk assets bask in fair light displayed.
To distant Orient, our ears shall hark,
Where Li Qiang sings in mead'w of Davos' lark.
With confidence, GDP growth he meets,
And scorns the West in their dubious feats.
Then cross the sea, to stout U.K. shore,
Where shop-price inflation eases, dear hearts implore.
A breath of relief, for fresh food it seems,
Fills the air, as the cost of staples redeems.
