What are Little Boys made of poem

What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That's what little boys are made of !"
What are little girls made of?
"Sugar and spice and all things nice
That's what little girls are made of!

The early summer sun was shining down upon a small glade meadow...partially hidden within the Old Forest up in the mountains. Within this glade the afternoon summer air was filled with the scent of the warm grass surrounding a small pond where dragonflies were darting about as they moved among the fragrant lilies that blossomed upon the still waters. Close to this pond were two children playing...one was a little girl of 5 who was smelling the little flowers blooming in the tall grass. the other was a boy of 8 who was knee deep in the pond. Both children had black hair and blue eyes..very obvious that they were siblings. Off to the side, lounging upon a small blanket, was two adults...barely watching the children wandering around because they both knew they were safe. the woman was curled up into the mans arms as he rested his back against a tree...both relaxing there under the shade of the trees foliage above. Her dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail and her normally grey eyes were shut tight as she dozed in the mans arms. The mans own dark hair was cut short, along with his beard and his eyes would open briefly to look at the children before shutting once more.

Thrain and Kallie were sitting upon the blue-white checked blanket on the grass under the large tree, both enjoying the warm fresh air and dappled sunlight filtering down through the trees canopy onto them. Periodically Thrains blue eyes would peer at his two children, Thorin and Dis, who were romping around in the meadow glade..exploring it with childish wonder. At that moment little Dis was frolicking in the meadow with the various flowers growing tall around her...the suns rays reflecting upon her black locks that were caught up into twin tails held up by pretty pink ribbons. Dis was all dolled up in her little pink jumper one-piece, complete with white puffed sleeved shirt and little white shoes on her feet. 

Thrains eyes glanced over to his son, Thorin, whom was wading around in the shallow pond...bent over with his hands upon his knees looking at something in the water with an intensity that only a child could do, with his soft blue eyes. The sun glinted off his black locks that resembled the color of ravens wings..all sticking up in odd angles from him running his hands through it. his khaki colored pants were rolled up to his knees to keep out of the water..his soft white shirt had its sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he focused on the movement under the still surface...waiting for it to pause just long enough for him to grab it. Thorins blue eyes followed the frog swimming under the water...moving fluidly among the lily pad stems, unaware of the little boys intentions until it was to late.

As the frog stopped briefly to ponder its path, Thorins hands shot under the water, grasping the slimy soft flesh within his little hands and pulled it out of its safe watery haven into the open air. Thorin giggled with delight that he had caught it...smiling big he looked over to his parents to show them his achievement, only to see them asleep under the tree. He sighed heavily and wrinkled his nose in annoyance...suddenly his eyes fell upon his little sister who was standing among the flowers , sniffing at one that she had plucked moments ago. As Thorin stood therewith his poor croaking victim in his hands, a impish smile crossed his face as a boyish thought took over him. He slowly began to creep over to Dis who was unaware of the devilry about to occur...her back was to him, not hearing his approach. Suddenly Dis found the back of her jumper pulled open and something slimy...wiggly..cold slide down along her back. 

The moment she felt the frog wiggling in her clothes, she let out a frightful screech so loud that the birds in the trees scattered  in fright and woke her parents from their rest. Dis could hear her brothers laughter but she did not care because the thing moved down further and his feet latched onto her bottom. No other thought in her brain, she began to run around the meadow screaming as if a beast was on her tail..which it was...both her parents trying to catch the tiny whirlwind who was hollering down the forest...all while the poor innocent frog was holding on for dear life to the girls underpants, croaking his head off in fright. Watching this was Thorin who had fallen to the ground, howling in laughter as he held his middle tight....legs kicking in the air in his obvious amusement at all of this.

Finally Thrain and Kallie caught the distraught dis and removed the poor creature from her shorts. Thrain walked over to the pond, releasing the frog back into its watery home as his wife soothed the sobbing child in her arms. As he stood up, his eyes fell upon Thorin and he glared...Thorin saw his fathers face and went quiet real quick...jumping up he began to run as his fathers fierce bellow chased him through the glade.

"THORIN SHIELD!"