The eldest son all dressed in white
Bitter with the sharpest bite
His tears will hurt you
If you get caught in their embrace
He destroys his siblings' work
And leaves nothing in its place

The eldest daughter in varied colors
Voice much softer than her brother's
Her tears fall warm
As she cries to her garden
She gives her art to her brother
And its life he hardens.

The youngest son in green and blue
Voice as soft as a kitten's mew
He often cries
When he grins
Takes after his brother
In his sins

The youngest daughter colored deeply
Has a bite but still speaks sweetly
Her tears are cold
And often bitter
Her sister's work
She turns to litter