Here's a story of fox and grapes, and advice, good or bad, and a small twist in fate The old stories, before they were changed spoke of great wisdom, and to my sight it's plain Common sense, is a funny term, when spat out by hypocrits You must use their eyes, they say, never knowledge you know that fits Now a fox and his grapes, for those spiritually leaning Is a story of perseverence and patience, if you know it's meaning A good lesson altered by eyes and hands before us Who made a sad story of something joyous For the grapes weren't sour, only unripe And the fox came back, perhaps the next night To eat the grapes that would naturally fall For struggle is gravity, to those who hear the call
