Two together forever,

Until parts them death forever.

A year or two, love blooms,

And wait for the movement to come once again.

A family grows,


And loves


Much like a human.

They collect their treasures shiny and beautiful.

Nesting minions, they travel like a gang, a mafia.

Stealing like pirates, but nothing like pirates,

They share.

One is lucky.

One is sorrow,

Two is joy.