In the plains of Littleton
Were the Doolittle farm;
The farm with magnificent mellow
That bring forth from below.
Grams, peas, cane, mustard, bean,
Maize and rice were sown.
He worked betwixt sun and sun,
Toiling and removing the weeds;
His crop nourished by tame
Which was a manure of fame.
He reared with no fear,
Because of no artificial fertilizer, I swear.
His work echoes like gongs
Though he used no tongs.
Through songs, yes through songs
That gongs for longs.
(By- Metsongmalem M Chang)
I must say the composition is excellent 👍