In Swiss Land of mountains so grand,
Targets for fortunes they've planned.
More than half, gold piles they strive,
Should God permit, by twenty twenty-five.
To Naples town, buyers with wealth profound,
Ignoring the wrath of Ian, they're hurricane-bound.
Following fleeting memories, prices they rise,
In God's earth paradise, wisdom denies.
Shazam's miraculous spell captures a song's scent,
In an instant, its origin heaven-sent.
A mystery wrapped in a riddle profound,
With holy numbers, the holy tune is found.
