I quarreled with my brother, <br />I don't know what about, <br />One thing led to another <br />And somehow we fell out. <br />The start of it was slight, <br />The end of it was strong, <br />He said he was right, <br />I knew he was wrong! <br />We hated one another. <br />The afternoon turned black. <br />Then suddenly my brother <br />Thumped me on the back, <br />And said, "Oh, come on! <br />We can't go on all night— <br />I was in the wrong." <br />So he was in the right.<br /><br />Eleanor Farjeon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-quarrel-10/
