Jong In

"Seven years of bumper crops are on their way
Years of plenty, endless wheat and tons of hay
The farms will boom, there won't be room
To store the surplus food we grow
After that, the future doesn't look so bright
The world's luck will change completely overnight
And famine's hand will stalk the land
With food an all-time low
Noble "king", there is no doubt
What your dreams are all about
All these things you saw in your pyjamas
Are a long-range forecast for the farmers  

And I'm sure it's crossed your mind
What it is you have to find
Find a man to lead us through the famine
With a flair for economic planning
But who this man could be
I just don't know
Who this man could be
I just don't know
Who this man could be
I just don't know"

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