Oh Siemens, true merchant bold and keen,
Rejoice with barrels of ale I deem,
Net debt is less by grace unseen,
From goods sold, like a farmer's crop in dream.
Mine Lord hath dealt in Platinum rare,
Economy's course doth weigh to bear,
Yet, heed these miners in their lair,
Their fortune turns, tread with care.
Lament! Siemens again, in wind's rough dance,
A balance lost, as if entranced,
Though whirlwind stings with sharp lance,
In four years hence, they spy a chance.
