His neighbor old Mr. Bob always grew the most juicy grapes.
And he and some of the other little boys loved to hop Mr. Bob's fence.
And eat his grapes until they became sick with stomach aches.
They thought that they were being smart and slick.
But Mr. Bob knew that they were taking the grapes.
He has seen them do it on many occasions.
But Mr. Bob remembered when he use to be a little country boy.
And thought that he was the slickest watermelon stealer around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem