It was a beautiful scene.
When he was walking through a rice field so green.
The field would produce white rice.
Which is very healthy and nice.
Some people like to drown it in a sea of butter.
Which would make their taste buds flutter.
The rice looked so good in a bowl.
And this was very pleasing to his nose.
He could eat a bowl of rice every day.
This was doing things his way.
Rice satisfied his appetite.
When he ate it, everything felt so right.
He loved eating it with a glass of milk.
Which made his throat feel like silk.
Without rice, his stomach would feel like mud.
And his appetite would land on the floor with a thud.
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