Once upon a sunny day, in a village far away, lived Farmer Lee, known as the prince of the rice hay.

With a plow so grand and soil soft like sand, Farmer Lee planted seeds by hand.

He sang, 'Plip, plop, plop, I'll never stop,' till the field was ready for a rice crop.

Raindrops danced with glee, kissed the ground so free, and helped the plants grow as tall as a tree.

The wind whispered, 'Whoosh, whoosh,' through the leaves' lush, making all plants shiver and blush.

Chirping birds sang a tune, under the big bright moon, weaving a song from night to noon.

Locusts hopped here and there, full of flair, spreading the joy of harvest everywhere.

With a swish and a swipe, swish-swish-swipe, Farmer Lee gathered rice with all his might.

He said, 'Snip, snip, snip! We'll have rice to sip,' as he tied each bundle with a snappy zip.

Neighbors cheered, 'Hooray, hooray!' for a wonderful harvest day, as they helped stack the rice in the bay.

Farmer Lee gave thanks, with songs and pranks, for the bountiful lands and full rice banks.

So, whenever you’re near a field so dear, remember Farmer Lee, the farmland seer!