From German lands, a downfall doth loom,
In factories, no orders do bloom,
With numbers much swelled,
The goats are compelled,
To bemoan such economic gloom.
Where Eastern dragons claim the sky,
In the realm of stocks, their fortunes lie,
Rabbits they wait,
In a pondering state,
As property's star ascends high.
Now to the East, where samurais dwell,
A carriage of opulent tell,
Toyota's new steed,
A snail's luxury indeed,
In the market it seeks to excel.
