"I'd rather not talk about those silly emotions at hand,
Leave me to my chalks and things that I collect."
"It really isn't practical, keeping this and that for good.
You should try to be more matter-of-factual, sometimes you have to throw things away."
"If I threw them away, then where would they go?
I'd find them on the bay, or in the middle of oceans.
What do you say? I won't throw your things away."
"Well certainly, you better not. If you do, you're surely to be punished!
That is beside the point, and I'm getting hot, you don't understand that my things are better."
"Better or worse, to each their own. I'll keep my things and you keep yours.
Perhaps there's even a chance that we'll get a bigger home, and then we'll have more room for both."
Several days pass for Elise and Little Bess,
Until Elise realizes that she lacks her stack of beetle eyes.
"Oh Bess, do you know? My jar of red and blue pearl eyes is not here.
I know that you did not throw, my dear sister, these things into the bin."
"Well perhaps the same could be asked about my fifteen and a half ribbons,
They were in my hair, and now they've passed, now they're no longer in my grasp."
"Now, now, my sister. Don't get poetic.
You know how it makes you sound so pathetic."
"ME? Pathetic?! Oh, now that is crass. I'll have you know that those eyes are in the trash!"
"How DARE you!? Well if you must fret, those ribbons are gone-- as are all the barrettes."
"I figured as much, and just for the sake, I've ribbed all your dresses and sent them to the lake."
"WELL then, my sister. See how it feels! I've beat you to the punch and burnt your precious wooden eels."
And they fought, so distraught. Fighting in rhyme. They fought in the morning, fighting and crying.
They fought and they cried, never to realize, that as they remove these things,
They have more room for feelings on the outside.
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