I do not know
I know we eat we are nourished
We grow fat and are happy
Satisfied before the next meal
These, supposed to be sacred
So we thank God before we eat
We plant, with the land God nourishes
also with the rain
They grow, provide in abundance
We eat our fill
Fed our cattle grass in return for meat
From the sea we rope in bulks and bulks
Tasty and sweet.
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