Poem: "One of Each"

This is the freebie for today's fishbowl, inspired by a prompt from my_partner_doug.  You can read more about Hungary and its crops online.

They landed in Hungary, of all places.
Who thinks about Hungary  as a site
for first contact with aliens?
But there they were, parking their starship
in the middle of a wheatfield.

They didn't say, "Take us to your leader."
They said, "We want to speak with one of each."

One of each what?

They explained,
and we had to tell them
there was no way they could speak
to one of each kind of human,
there were so many kinds.

"We will settle for a sample,"
the aliens conceded.
"One gypsy and one settled person.
One man, one woman, one other.
A child and an elder.
A communist and a capitalist."

"But what about our leaders?"
asked the farmer whose wheat
was currently being trampled.

The tallest alien flipped its tentacles
in what might have been a shrug.
"You may bring your leaders of those kinds."

So Hungary did its best to furnish
the requested ambassadors
(not without a lot of arguing)
and a meeting place was selected
from the spa towns around Lake Balaton.

It was nothing like the first contact
portrayed in movies, but then
nobody got probed or vaporized

so maybe that was a good thing.