Liesl's oldest of them all,

Sixteen and love-struck; her dreams are tall.

Freidrech's second, 'most a man,

A polite gent with an Austrian tan.

Louisa's third, and loves good jokes,

Perhaps a snake, or frog that croaks.

Kurt is next; he's just a boy,

Who goes along with tricks and ploy.

Brigitta's fifth, and ten years old.

She tells the world what need be told.

Marta's sixth, small and shy,

Her words are said with the look of her eye.

Gretl's last, a little dear,

She's cute; she's sweet- what is to fear?

I do not own SOM, however, this is my original poem.