They rolled about, legs up in the air.
Like cuddly little puppies without a care.
Sniffing each other, pawing each other
A tiny nibble hither and thither.
Their soft laughter, full of sparkles
Up they go, running in circles
Who is chasing who? you never know
Now is their time, their hearts aglow
Brothers are friends for ever
Alone is what they will be never.
Written for Susan's Stretching Comparisons at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads