Trouble In the Nursery

They were playing quite nicely, My pride and my joy; My two small, blonde daughters And my redheaded boy. Then I heard a commotion. "Oh, what is it now?" Their friendly, quiet game Had turned into a row. Sometimes he teased them Until they got mad And ran in to tell me That Brother was bad. I could hear them coming Of the outrage to tell; Stumbling and crying Until both of them fell. They were dressed for a party In outfits the same. If they had mussed their dresses It would be such a shame. They both talked at once. I could not make it out What this unforgivable, Terrible deed was about. I called him to ask "What is it you've done?" And my high spirited, mischievous, Lovable son Stood ready for punishment As straight as a rod And admitted he'd called them "Two Peas In A Pod." Won first in two peas in a pod contest.