Of SVB Bank's quite mysterious folly,
In far-off Cayman’s sandy dunes and holly,
Depositors, with nary a guaranty,
Didst win, with God’s good reason, their petty.
In Britain's busy workshops, one, two, three,
Car-man does prove his fruitful industry.
His metal steeds, now green in energy,
In number and in virtue, rise like the sea.
Of new-found trouble in the East, we tell,
As China's dragon economy doth fell.
Is the Emperor's hand weak, who can dwell?
In God's good time, the story will nell.
