Certain Farmer hail from a famine land to farm in my land
The royal heads welcome him and gave him a plot to farm his grassland
He thanked the royal heads and left the palace at the king's command
Moons after Moon, his grassland grows rapidly
He gave the royal heads their demand
And he was kind to everyone in my fatherland
Even to the deserted leprosy
There comes a day when the king is ill
And the medics has no shrub and herb to help my firsthand
We are all sadden in the hinterland
We love our head dearly
Able men in my land were chosen to search
For the shrub and herb to cure our firsthand
They search the valley and hill
they found no heartlands with timberland
they head back home with heads covered with their hands.
With tear and distorted manner
they delivered that they found no land
with the shrub and herb to save the king, save
the Farmer's grassland
The Farmer was summon upon PDQ
by the royal heads and the medics
they ask him to give to them some of the herb and shrub in his grassland
but he took it up like a burning bush and said he can't give them.
They asked in pains and tears "Why?"
but he objected and said
"Are you planning to take over me while I'm alive?"
He said "I'd rather burn my grassland than to give your dying king"
They homelanders echoed "Haa!" in tears
And the Farmer went to his plot and burn it off
He left the heartland monstrously.
The firstland dead been a bad leader in own his sight
He said before he slept "Don't feed the birds, they will leave you when your roof got burnt"......
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