One drumming to her own tune,
One humming Clair de Lune,
Pairs never clashed as did the
and The Moon.
One liked red,
One preferred rain,
The other, a clear sky with a golden view.
While one gorged on Chips,
The other focused on his hips.
Society thought there would be:
But forgot that Communication and Conversation,
A knack of picking battles, and
Never going to war,
Would lead to three bodies in harmony,
But if you search hard enough,
Maybe there’s a whole world holding the Sun and the Moon together.