In the village, at dawn, the farmer’s day begins,
With a hoe in hand, and a heart that never dims.
Tilling the soil, planting seeds with care,
For the crops to grow, a bountiful share.
Villagers bustling, with tasks of their own, Trading and crafting, in a world they’ve sown. The farmer’s duty, to feed them all, With wheat and carrots, from the fields so tall.
But danger lurks, in the shadows deep, Pillagers approach, disrupting their sleep. The Iron Golem stands, strong and true, Protecting the village, from all that’s askew.
So raise a toast, to the farmer’s plight, In Minecraft world, where day turns to night. Their duty is clear, their hearts so pure, In this blocky land, they will endure.
