I know a tousle haired pixie,
and her feet never touch the ground.
She’s a child so pink and ditzy,
always looking to fool around.
And I know a strong-willed stripling,
as bullish as a charging train.
Forever scribbling and fiddling,
and looking to make his escape.
And they have an older brother,
contrasting in every way.
Quiet as if undercover,
and obsessed by video games.