TOG 12303

In West Africa, long ago, A rice was grown that we should know. African rice, so strong and true, With qualities that made it new. Pest-resistant, it could withstand, The creatures that would eat the land. Hardy and tough, it stood up tall, Against the pests, it wouldn't fall. A nutty flavor, oh so sweet, African rice was quite a treat. With every bite, a taste divine, A flavor that was so sublime. For Awasena's followers true, A sacred grain, they always knew. African rice, a symbol grand, In their religion, it did stand. Though Asian rice is now the norm, African rice still has its charm. A heritage variety, so rare, In West Africa, it's still there. Random page: VRSA (disambiguation)