Gods Hell Fire For Weevil

God’s hell fire for weevil Like his final for the Devil, For the weevil is equally evil To our rice never civil And to its consumers a rival Always some marvel How it ends its travel In the sealed bags it quarters And the grain of rice it scatters! I grant the weevil is insect But why every grain dissect And its wholesomeness affect? Yes, not by a little real The weevil cherishes cereal But is it the wisdom of Daniel And is it conceivably ideal That holes it punctures in a nutrition For consumers reserving malnutrition.