In realms where coin and quill accord,
FTSE's tune lifts high like bird in flight.
The goat's worry fades at data's word,
As sun warms the snail's dread of night.
To the bank of Oz, hawk finds its way,
As rabbit’s hop drops the weight of woe.
Inflation's wolf finds no snarling prey,
While tightening screws coax fortunes to grow.
But in the east, a copper tail doth slump,
As the dog of industry whimpers slight.
Profits wilt like petals clump,
Inventories ease, easing snail's fright.
