There was once a great mother, who lived in a house. Her children were small, ‘round the size of a mouse. She wore a small necklace, all round little pearls.
And her sleeves were done up, in cream colored curls. Her hair, black as night, was short to her shoulders.
But back to her children, before they grow older. There were two, rather small.
One a boy, one a girl, both not very tall. With hair blond as sun beams.
They were quite the team.