Stop strangling me,
You are suffocating me,
The second-eldest cries,
Fighting for breath.
Fighting for life,
Her hand upon the throat
Other hand upon other throat
Of second-youngest and first.
You cannot have anything
Because all of it is mine!

Wresting free but a moment
Sibling turns to hairy fellow.
Consider shaving, says sweetly she
You look like an orangutan

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 913 AF.