I walk to the grotto everyday to pray my novena. Every day I see tasty tasty grape berries from de vine. I see dese berries, I say- what lovely colors! I can tell they grape by de shape of de leaf, I can tell grape by de bunch of de berries, I can tell grape by de vine. So I taste grapey. It no grapey! It bitter bitter! I see the leaf, I see the berry bench, I think: tasty grape! Won’t you get in my belly? I go to de Wipipepia, I sees de article- it not grape it porcelain berry! Bad berry, bad bad berry. De devil mix him lies with de truth. Porcelain berries foolin me with their nasty nasty offspring.