In Spain, a brewer’s yeast doth rise,
From politick squabbles 'neath Iberian skies.
Yet strength of the purse keeps the brew aloft,
Else this cask of governance might taste somewhat soft.
Unilever, thy tankard overflows with gain,
No humble suds, but barrels full of rain.
Where sales did fall, your price did mount,
To keep your ale by God's own count.
And Alstom, thy barley be not hollow,
For your sales today promise ale tomorrow.
Keep thy fiscal outlook clear and bright,
Until 2026, when we'll drink in delight.
