00:00In the farmer's field, near the big banyan tree, and the wool gloves, sing a plant with me, he dug the mud, squish squish squish squash, then washed his palms, splish and splosh, he planted seeds, wanted slow, waiting days, to see them grow,
00:26he said, oh no, where's my sprout, farmer left, patience wins out, a week went by, surprise, oh dear, tiny green leaves starting to appear.
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