I do believe this is the first vaguely child-ish -ish poem I have ever written!

A new class of Younglings-

Ten in all.

A new class of Younglings-

All very small.

One saber,

Two saber

Three saber,

Four.

Block to the left,

Then down once more.

Five light,

Six light,

Seven light,

Eight.

Parry that volley,

But your guard was late.

Nine saber,

Ten saber.

Ten Younglings in all.

All learning the basics,

All starting off small.

One step at a time

I see them grow.

Ten Younglings in all,

Ten sabers aglow.

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