Can you give me a poem like planting rice?

Answer 1

Come, dear fellow stewards of the earth,

stretching muscles is good for the health.

Let us pause so we can catch our breath,

and then tomorrow back to work!

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Planting rice is not a joke;

the whole day you're bent like an ox.

You cannot stand more than one bit;

till you're done you cannot sit.

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Oh, my arms, the feeling's gone;

and my waist, its tired and sore.

My legs feel a thousand pricks,

soaked in water, six to six.

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Mornings when I wake and rise;

I tell myself to think, be wise

and pray to find some land to till,

so I can have a tasty meal.

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What a cruel destiny

to be born in poverty

If I don't work with my two arms,

I won't earn a single dime.