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.