On firm ground treads Rolls-Royce, in fortune's light,
A plan hath devised, to keep purse strings tight.
To gather gold plentiful, 'gainst future fright,
And yield bountiful blessings to fiscal knight.
In prosperous times, EasyJet takes flight,
'Bove stormy straits of financial night.
Behold! A treasure, dividend burn bright,
Since plague's pall had covered the earthly light.
Hark! The alchemists of Novartis show might,
With sights set high to achieve great height.
From morn 'til dusk, under candle's light,
5% they strive to reach, e're comes sleep's night.
