Ye Uniqlo shops leap up so high,
With profits reaching to the sky.
Bless'd be their worldly fabric tail,
In their sales, they never fail.
In realm of UK, growth's observed,
Economy by service served.
Favour turned by His hand to glean,
A modest growth, at point two glean.
Alas, Givaudan's sales do wane,
Their balance hath suffered strain.
But fear not, for they've a plan,
Price increases 'cross all the land.
