In realms where iron flowers bloom,
Chinese hands bring naught but gloom,
For metals' worth in subtle slide,
Lies burdened 'neath a dragon's hide.
Oil, as hare, bounds up the knoll,
OPEC's decree takes kindly toll.
Cuts in drops, they do extend,
Through quarter two, we may ascend.
Dollar, sturdy goat, poised for climb,
Eyes the morrow's morning chime.
Jobs data strong, may hoist its flight,
'Fore summer's dawn brings interest's blight.
