There’s great commotion, what a sound, in the grandparents’ yard,
Atos is barking and the kittens meow in accord.
All the fowl have lost their heads, in a feathery race,
and flutter about the yard, all over the place.
—How so? Let me see, Alina, I must know the affair!
—I think the uproar is caused by a girl and a boy there!
—Two children, I see them too. Even Amedeu, it seems, took fright,
and the poor thing has perched himself on a telegraph pole so tight.
He won’t move, won’t blink, as stiff as can be,
while the girl and the boy laugh fit to burst, you see,
and with snowballs they’re hitting whatever’s in sight.
—It’s holiday, dear Bia, on Walnut Street,
and those little rascals are grandpa’s grandchildren, sweet.
—Those two thoughtless tots, no taller than a shoe,
have turned the whole yard upside down, through and through.
—What luck! Here comes grandma to tame the pair,
she’ll surely make peace for all gathered there.
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