In Aker's halls, where coin counts not few,
Their fortunes fated by Valkyries anew.
A bounty proffered, foreseen by the wise,
To their ship it ties, under great heaven's eyes.
Fast Retailing, swift as Fenrir's chase,
The Norns of number their future grace.
Profit's storm doth strong winds sail,
In Asgard's hall they toast their tale.
Barratt, the builder, steadfast as Thor's might,
Against dwindling orders, prepares to fight.
Fewer homes hewn, yet profit stands tall,
In the great tapestry woven in Odin's hall.
