Of Mitsubishi UFJ, a toast in hand raise high,
Profit hath climb'd the ladder to the sky!
Nay, 'tis not whole due to divine decree,
But gains in debt, lower costs, and increase in fee.
'Tis said in whispers, as the shadows fall,
Lowe prepares his leave, his final call.
Fear not, fair Australia, shed no tear,
The cut of thy economy’s sail doth soft landing steer.
Turn thine eyes to fair US, noble and brave,
Economy resilient, a course it paves.
The greenback looks to August, firm and stout,
Whilst Euro finds its worth in fretful doubt.
