The miracle berry – a watermelon, Striped round weight. Growing all summer on the ground And ripe, and on the table. Dark gloss, solid feel will Pop the side – tingle. no Doubt, watermelon is good, now give me the knife. — What is it hiding inside He not white? — Look! Brightened our faces, the Flesh is red sparkles In a number of pieces – one, two, Grain black arc. Shone chins Peel in the dish like a boat. On the rocks watermelon Navy he swims. We tried it But all failed us Not afford a piece Finish in the other one.