I really like this poem. Such a good poem for brothers, and well a good poem for brothers and sisters in Christ.


                      The Quarrel
                 Eleanor Farjeon
                         
            I quarreled with my brother,
              I don't know what about,
              One thing led to another
              And somehow we fell out.
               The start of it was slight,
               The end of it was strong,
                  He said he was right,
                 I knew he was wrong!

                We hated one another.
              The afternoon turned black.
               Then suddenly my brother
                Thumped me on the back,
              And said, "Oh, come along!
               We can't go on all night-
                 I was in the wrong."
                So he was in the right.