Two little pigtails pulled to the left
And one braided plait pulled to the right.
Oh! My My! What a sight.
Two quarrelling sisters
Fully engrossed in their fight.
Open mouthed, I intervene.
I look at the elder one and scold her
You should have some more sense!
I look at the younger one and scold her
You should respect your elders!
An hour later I see them
Both playing happily with each other!
Sulking, they look at me angrily
A quarrel with sister has become,
A quarrel with their mother.