Gold Or Grain, Which One Is Great?

A king was much worried Of his daughter unmarried As she was too choosy To seek a groom to marry. Lads came every day, But were short or puny Or with face funny, Unsuitable to marry. The princess was keen That she preferred even A poor with habits clean And more tidy to be seen. She announced this test That any lad with his best Plan to enrich the treasury Shall have the right to marry. With their plans baseless Or their ideas useless One after another lads came And frustrated she became. A farmer's son, one day, With his best idea to say Stood before her to pay His respects to her gay. 'I shall grow, Oh princess Any produce ten times And give me just a piece Of any land for my use.' He tilled the land That came to his hand More deep and wide As far as he could. His vigil day and night The best yield it brought And was ten times more Than what he was sure. On this promising lad High hopes she had. She offered her hand To him as her husband. The produce in her country Grew up well in bounty. The surplus went outside And gold flowed inside. One cannot eat the gold When hunger takes its hold. Now no one need be told Which one's great, grain or gold?