The sun bakes them,
The hand breaks them,
The foot treads them,
The mouth tastes them.
The hand breaks them,
The foot treads them,
The mouth tastes them.
What am I?
Answer:
Grapes
And in the vine were three branches: and it was as though it budded, and her blossoms shot forth; and the clusters thereof brought forth ripe grapes: Genesis 40:10
