There once was a group who were called the Nines,
All short and dressed, presented very fine
In their pristine new uniforms that shone
In the light of their eyes that would be gone.
They were the very youngest of the bunch,
And sat around one another at lunch.
Loud and boisterous they all laughed and yelled
Jumping and running until they quelled
In fear of the fury loosed by the Twelve’s.
Curious and sassy they would evolve
And cockily talk back to the rulers
Of the houses who did not like humor.
Hyped up on sugar they often complained
‘Bout not being tired when bedtime came.
Staying up late on their small glowing screens,
They thought their antics went about unseen.
Excited to be far away from home,
They all hoped freedom would allow to roam
Around the campus whenever they liked.
Little did they know only in the night
They were all tucked away inside their dorms
Expected to complete their list of chores.
There once was a group who were called the Nines,
Who would all rule a future they defined.