the quarrel

A 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 rights 

I knew he was wrong

we hated one another 

The afternoon turned black. 

And said Oh came on 

We can't go on all night 

I was in the wrong 

so he was in the right.

                         --Eleanor Farjeon