I think I should finish the poem about the times of the year.

The summer has passed,
The autumn has come,
The Euro 49
The dollar 38

The autumn has passed,
The snow, look at it.
The $48
The Euro 63.

All the snow has flown,
Summer in the garden.
The dollar was banned.
Euro is nowhere.

At the exchange points,
Wherever you look,
Now only the yen.
Gather the yuan.