La volpe e l'uva. (in inglese)

Once upon a time there  was  a  sly fox.
When she appeared,  all animals from  the  forest fled,
Knowing  how  cruel and  insatiable she was,
At last it  happened  so  that  there  was  nothing  to eat.
Hungry, the fox reached a wine yard.
She passed the vine from  which  the big
ripe bunches of grapes,  which seemed to be sweet and juicy hung.
"Grapes? With the famine  which I have,  that's better  than  nothing..."
 - the fox said.
So she got up on her hind legs and jumped
with agility in  order to grab a bit 'of grapes,
but could  not reach it.
Then she walked away to  take  a run  and  tried again,
with  all  her best!
She  tried  once again, stubbornly but without success:
the grapes seemed to be increasingly far off.
"Cra! Cra! Cra!" -  laughed a crow from  a  branch, making fun of her
"These grapes are too unripe!
That's  not so important whether you'll pick it off...
I'll be back,  when  it's mature  enough"
The fox said aloud, inflating the chest to compose herself,
despite on the  disappointment because of  the  suffering  with an empty belly.

***

So, how did your argument yesterday with your wife turn out?”
– “Oh, she came crawling to me on her knees…”
– “And what did she say?”
– “Climb out from under that bed, you low-life coward!

Weather

Whether the weather is fine
Or whether the weather is not
Whether the weather is cold
Or whether the weather is hot
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether we like it or not

What is the matter with Mary Jane

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's crying with all her might and main,
And she won't eat her dinner – rice pudding again.
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her dolls and a daisy-chain,
And a book about animals – all in vain.
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well, and she hasn't a pain;
But, look at her, now she's beginning again!
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her sweets and a ride in the train,
And I've begged her to stop for a bit and explain.
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well and she hasn't a pain,
And it's lovely rice pudding for dinner again!
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

Remembering Snow

I did not sleep last night.

The falling snow was beautiful and white.

I dressed, sneaked down the stairs

And opened wide the door.

I had not seen such snow before.

Our grubby little street had gone.

The world was brand-new, and everywhere

There was a pureness in the air.

I felt such peace.

Watching every flake

I felt more and more awake.

I thought I had learned all there was to know

About the trillion million different kinds

Of swirling frosty flakes of snow.

That was not so.

I did not know how vividly it lit

The world with such a peaceful glow.

Upstairs my mother slept.

I could not drag myself away from that sight

To call her down and have her share

The mute miracle of the snow.

It seemed to fall for me alone.

How beautiful our grubby little street had grown!