the trade as it goes
from times long past
temperatures adjust
but the goods don't spoil

from the land the sun rises
a gift
to where the faux river flows
in honor of how the old story goes...

layers of  wool grown nearby
worldly coats
from the fluff from the boats

bringing in the sweet
the exotic treat
in the yellow skinned coat

the Sunshine's good keep us fed
whilst we heat those in the cold
like us
with livestock growth instead