My love for cryptocurrency is quite deep. It has inspired me to write this poem as an ode to one of the greatest DeFi projects to date: Harvest.Finance. If you don't know what Harvest is, you must check it out. It's an incredible, versatile, and most importantly, honest DeFi platform designed to help you maximize your yields. Without further ado...

On one windy winter night

A farmer’s boy toiled in grueling plight

Tiling soil through wicket blight

His fingers froze with winter’s bite

Oh father, my crops have withered away

They cannot grow, these skies are gray

Son, your mother is ill with child

Press on, this farm shan’t be defiled

When he struck the ground a thousandth time

As if repenting for some crime

At once he eyed a glorious glow

A seedling, “Magic will this bestow!”

Oh father, behold my precious seeds

They’ll grow to satisfy our needs

My son, you know not work nor toil

Now go, and farm the undersoil!

The boy hurried off behind the farm

To plant his seeds would do no harm

As days turned into weeks and months

The droughts brought many fears and doubts

One sunny day the boy rose to find

His harvest bountiful and vast

Oh father, my crops have grown, alas!

Young Chad, this drought we will outlast!

The coming years were joyous and bright

Chad’s praise would people all recite

“But how, Young Chad?” asked the market clerk

To which Chad said, “It’s honest work!”

You have permission to use my poem however you wish. If someone would make an animation to go with this, that would be incredible. None of what I've written is intended to be taken as financial advice. I currently own FARM tokens. If you have found this fun to read and wish to buy me a cup of coffee, I'd appreciate that!

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