In Bund's land, a joyous state, doth circulate,
Inflation numbers lower, awaiting fate,
Like mighty longships, ready to assail,
The 2 and half, steadfast and sedate.
German souls, in faith, do not vacillate,
Find solace in prosperity's fair gait,
But sustainable revival abates,
In the frosty grasp of lowly rate.
The chieftain Biden chooses not to sate,
In desert's court, no discourse to create,
Like a skald who declines a royal debate,
In the tempest of climate's fierce debate.
