True beans are the means.
In search for beans are we,
What fool from earth is he.
Good beans lie far and wide throughout the land
He grabs them all by the hand.
Eyes filled with greed
He takes a swig from his mead,
Dropping the beans in the ground.
He buries them all in a mound.
Hoping for all to see the day
Till it grows he will stay
Stay and watch till he grow old.
Until his body starts to mold.
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