Hungry godmother the Fox climbed in a garden;

Hungry godmother the Fox climbed in a garden;
In this grapes the brush was Gelis.
godfather the eyes and teeth erupted;
And brush juicy, like sapphires, burning;
Only trouble, they hang highly:
Chip and how it to them or go
Though sees an eye,
Yes tooth itching.

making his way to waste a whole hour,
I Went and spoke angrily: "Well!
At a glance, it is a good
Yes, green - no Mature berries:
Immediately nauseam will stuff".
(I. A. Krylov)
Think well into the garden, especially when the green grapes!