I quarreled with my brother,
I don’t know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.
The start of it was slight,
The end of it was strong,
He said he was right,
I knew he was wrong!

 We hated one another.
The afternoon turned black.
Then suddenly my brother
Thumped me on the back,
And said, ” Oh, come along!
We can’t go on all night —
I was in the wrong. ”
So he was in the right.

by Eleanor Farjeon