From Grass to Grace
Rice and Shine
Now let me arise
With my precious bag of rice
So long in coming
Our heads were already turning
We thought it was gone
With our budget czar on the run
Our empty stomachs growled
In a tone that was tense and loud
But this anxious time around
Fate ran the tale aground
The soothsayers were wrong
Our luck was bold and strong
So here they are
Delectably rare
Heaving golden grains
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And their forgotten pains
Hauled in from near and far
On each bag a smiling star
With gentle hints of the waiting kitchen
And the feathery flavor of the wary chicken
Cooked, fried, and gently jollofed
Ready every way to be liked and loved
With dazzling dishes in their appointed place
We find our way to the Orchard of Grace