There was the Trojan war, and now here:
Romulus lies in mother-wolf’s lair,
His hair, brown like trees;
Then a shepherd suddenly sees:
Romulus, Remus, lying in a lair.
From then on, the shepherd took care
Romulus grew, became a great man;
Remus grew, made his own plan.
But one day, they had a dispute,
Both fought each other like a brute!
For on which hill would they build
a city, or on a field?
Finally Romulus won with his brother lying dead at his feet;
As now, Remus had to suffer defeat.
On the seven hills, lies Rome:
You can see people, or might even be a gnome!