Once upon a time, in a complex down the street Lived two sisters: mouselike Anne, and the bombshell, Marguerite. Now, Anne's Friday nights sat barren, full of homework, not of boys, While she watched her sister gallivanting out in girlish ploys. Yes, it's true that on books Anne had placed a high priority, But the fish just plain stopped biting -- where was fairness? Equity? Marguerite had all the luck; she got called twelve times a week, But our dateless Anne was growing old, her prospects rather bleak. You mustn't get the wrong idea, now, thinking Anne was all to blame. It's just that, next to Marguerite, Anne;s quiet beauty washed out plain. Her mind was quick, her smile wide, her temper very even-keeled, But even so, defying sense, her anti-date fate seemed quite sealed. Then one day the west wind blew and in its wake came Thomas White, A plainclothes knight who took her world and spun it round to day from night. With sky-blue eyes he saw in Anne the princess dreamt of all his life; It wasn't long before the two were bound and sealed as man and wife.