Whenever there was water around,
The Boy took delight in dousing he found;
His target his sister, who was usually around,
Who from her bother she tried to confound,
By escaping via window, gate, or door,
Then got used to the sudden downpour.
Her love of water, increased more and more,
One day he saw, a silver tail had formed,
She swam away, as into a mermaid, been transformed.