By Nora G. (5th grade, El Cerrito, CA), and Bunny S. (3rd grade, Sacramento, CA)

Fruit of GloryThere once was a dog who ate the

fruit of glory that lay in

the fog

It was as sour as an

apple but as sweet as sugar

It was as soft as snow but

as hard as metal

It had a white misty glow

The fruit shook as the dog read

his book and

And with all that power it was

the end of the dog