A hungry fox one day did spy, Tweedle-deedle-dumpty, Tweedle deedle dee, Some ripe red grapes that hung so high, Tweedle-deedle-dumpty, Tweedle deedle dee. And as he watched, they seemed to say, To him, who underneath did stay, "If you can fetch us down you may." Tweedle-deedle-dumpty, Tweedle deedle dee.
The fox soon found they hung too high, Tweedle-deedle-dumpty, Tweedle deedle dee, To reach them he in vain did try, Tweedle-deedle-dumpty, Tweedle deedle dee. He jumped and strained for 'bout an hour, The grapes were still beyond his power. "Who cares?", he said, "I'll bet they're sour." Tweedle-deedle-dumpty, Tweedle deedle dee.
Autumn has arrived in the Loire Valley.
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A hungry fox one day did spy,
Tweedle-deedle-dumpty,
Tweedle deedle dee,
Some ripe red grapes that hung so high,
Tweedle-deedle-dumpty,
Tweedle deedle dee.
And as he watched, they seemed to say,
To him, who underneath did stay,
"If you can fetch us down you may."
Tweedle-deedle-dumpty,
Tweedle deedle dee.
The fox soon found they hung too high,
Tweedle-deedle-dumpty,
Tweedle deedle dee,
To reach them he in vain did try,
Tweedle-deedle-dumpty,
Tweedle deedle dee.
He jumped and strained for 'bout an hour,
The grapes were still beyond his power.
"Who cares?", he said, "I'll bet they're sour."
Tweedle-deedle-dumpty,
Tweedle deedle dee.
I'm sure your grapes will be perfect!
Goodluck on harvesting !
-S
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