Hear ye! 'Pon Schneider's stage, the tide ebbs slow,
Revenue doth stagnate, yet hope remains aglow,
In Earth's Eastern quarters, the demand wanes,
Yet firm stands the fortress, ignoring fleeting pains.
Of STMicroelectronics, the skald sings its praise,
In the third season, its fortunes it doth raise,
The chariot's division pulls forth the gain,
Against the tide of personal tools' wane.
Of BNP Paribas, a tale of rise and fall,
Grows the hoard, yet profits appall,
Expenses, like hydras, their heads they rear,
Yet, 'gainst forecasts, the revenue holds dear.
