The Fox And The Grapes.

Rosy and ripe, and ready to box,
The grapes hang high o'er the hungry Fox. -
He pricks up his ears, and his eye he cocks.

Ripe and rosy, yet so high! -
He gazes at them with a greedy eye,
And knows he must eat and drink - or die.

When the jump proves to be beyond his power -
"Pooh!" says the Fox. "Let the pigs devour
Fruit of that sort. Those grapes are sour!"