The Fox and the Grapes (Aesop)

A fox one day was passing by
Below a sunny summer sky.

Along a dusty dirty trail,
He dragged his bushy, furry tail.

And as he walked, he paused to think
How much he’d like to have a drink.

And then a bunch of grapes he spied,
With juicy nectar full inside.

They looked so sweet, about to burst,
He knew that they would quench his thirst.

And so with all his strength he hopped,
Though, short of those fine grapes he stopped,

For they were just a bit too high.
But once again, the fox did try.

And though he tried with all his might
It was, alas, a losing fight.

And after trying for an hour,
He cried, "Those grapes are surely sour."

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For he who fails the prize to gain,
Will often scorn it in his pain.