In Verona there lived a boy and girl,
Their parents’ rage did not separate them.
Juliet found him dead and her heart twirled,
She took her life lying right next to him.

It all began in the Capulet’s house,
Where Romeo went and fell in love.
Tybalt was being sneaky like a mouse,
And told father Capulet with a shove.

The family will have to learn to live,
Without their children for eternity.
I hope their parents will learn to forgive,
Their future is sad, and also gloomy.

As they rest in their tombs, their parents stop,
The feuding of course, but not their tear drops.