Rice, rice, baby! You’re known as padi in Malay.
It’s oriza in ancient Greece, and arroz in Portuguese.
Dubbed as bap by Koreans, and rohreis among Germans.
It’s simply ris in France and rijst in the Netherlands.

For years I’ve wondered where you’re from.
Are you from China, India, or Japan?
You grow so well in Asia and Australia;
but not in Alaska, Canada, or Antarctica.

A food for half the people in the world;
you’re palatably loved by young and old.
With all those grains that glimmer like gold;
like a precious gem that mortals die to hold.

You’re stuffed with minerals and vitamins;
and lots of amylose and amylopectins.
With good proteins that aren’t allergenic;
and resistant starch that’s antidiabetic.

You blend with fish in yummy sushi;
delectably toning paellas and etouffee.
You're a select ingredient in Philippine cuisine;
and chefs become smitten by savory Uncle Ben’s.

Rice, rice, baby! Trust me, you are my honey;
so my heart'll bleed if you’ll ever leave me.
My days and nights won’t turn out nice;
if I can’t eat a cup of Jasmine rice.

- James Patindol fuckyeahrice