A fox, in a vineyard, saw some very fine grapes
     Which dangled from high on a bough.
'They may be delicious,' thought Freddy the Fox,
     'But to get them?  My problem is ‘how’?'

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He jumped and he jumped and quite wore himself out
     But reach them?  Of course he did not -
And all of this jumping caused Freddy the Fox
      To begin to feel terribly hot.

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He leapt up again and then had to give up
     For he’d jumped now for more than an hour,
So, walking away, with his nose in the air
     He declared: 'Well, they were probably sour.'

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