Simandou, that great iron mine,
At accord with Guinea, so divine,
Rio Tinto, God's chosen tongue,
Caroling in the ore-strewn sung.
In the realm of our good Queen,
Growth unexpected in the sheen.
Yet weighed by strikes and holiday,
In God's grace, still found a way.
Rovio, within foresight’s skill,
Keeps its guidance, firm and still.
Whilst Sega doth a takeover brew,
Completed soon, if words be true.
