Classic Poem

You are from Corinth—loathly den
And I a Spanish citizen
From Tagus' land, I wonder then
That you should call me ‘brother’;
While you are decked with tresses fair
And smooth your limbs with daily care,
I have the Spaniard's shaggy hair;
Are we like one another?

You lisp and squeak, I far prefer
My baby's tone as manlier:
Are pigeons like to eagles, Sir?
Pray cease my ears to blister
With such endearments; it is plain
Kids cannot wear the lion's mane;
Just call me ‘brother’ once again,
And I will call you ‘sister’.