Dear Jenny and Brett and the two,
Remember whatever you do,
To sleep every time
You listen to rhyme.
That's why we are writing to you.
There was a wee bairn known as Ella,
Who sometimes would cry a cappella.
Her mum and her dad
Were ever so glad
When instead she would dance tarantella.
Her sister, I'm told, is called Maya,
And she has a burning desire.
You'd find it a whim,
But she wants to swim
The river Atchafalaya.
"Oh why do you bawl, little Lilac?"
Now listen and hear her reply, "Lach-
rymose I am not,
But I'm only a tot.
No wonder that self-control I lack!"
The girl who is also named Lily
Must think it a little bit silly:
Her aunt has a hunch
That she'll eat a good lunch
In clothes that are really quite frilly.
Now this is the end of our rant:
To versify further we can't.
We hope you're asleep,
Peaceful and deep.
Much love from your uncle and aunt.