This is a poem based on Aesop’s fable of the same name.
A hungry fox was walking near
A trellis with a vine.
He saw the grapes and said out loud,
“If only they were mine!”
The fox jumped up and tried to grab
The grapes in good supply.
He couldn’t reach quite high enough
And gave up with a sigh.
And then he coolly walked away
And left that shameful spot.
“I thought the grapes were ripe and sweet,
But they’re a sour lot.”
Although some scorn what they cannot attain,
Let’s try again—our effort’s not in vain.
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