has daughters two, both fair;
one, pretty as the eastern star,
the other, none compare.
Red Onion looks gorgeous in red
from head, to bust, to toes,
all red, and if you see her bed,
you'd say," Gheee!" I suppose.
White Garlic, on the other hand,
likes white and hates the pink.
It makes her shrink, not tall and grand.
And yellows make her blink.
Now Dad, a man of will and might,
and has a thinking head;
half of the house, he paints in white,
the other half, sure, red.
I swear by stars and sprites and jades,
two princes passed the house
and stopped to see these famous maids;
a great stir they did rouse.
These princes begged to see the girls.
Their dad consented, so
Red onion came out with red curls
and veils, her face aglow.
The princes stared; she bowed, they bowed.
They sat and shyly smiled.
White garlic then emerged, so proud.
The princes gazed, beguiled.
Next day, the princes came, such charms;
the Prince of Towns in red,
Red onion smiled. The prince of Farms
in white and news was spread.
Now, Prince of Farms and Prince of Towns
brought the girls superb gifts.
They vowed to bring them smiles, no frowns,
if needed, climbed the cliffs.
I'll end my tale, a happy one:
both red and white are brides:
the loveliest under the sun,
with princes by their sides.
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