Dried enough by certain degrees
Raked and shoveled like sands
As it wiped out some worries
Of big bellies and barren lands
Battered and milled in domes
So families can eat at their homes
And enjoy the saving powers
Of these simple grains of growers
Wait, my stomach now isn’t at ease
Ok, two fries, and two burgers please!
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