ИИ:
Green pear fell from the tree,
Bumped her knee, began to plea,
„Please give me some medicine,
My pain is worse than it has been“.
You mischievous pear, too green to eat,
No one can heal your painful defeat,
You knew that you were no ripe enough,
Yet you still jumped, it was so rough.
Now you lay upon the ground,
Bruises, aches, and pain abound,
How we pity, how we mourn,
But next time, wait until you`re born.
For the green pear will someday grow,
Juicy, sweet, and full of glow,
Then we`ll savor autumn`s delight,
With every bite, a pure delight.