Once upon a time in Rochdale their was a tale unfolding.
Of a girl named Paighton, a captivating swirl.
Mischievous and playful, she’d roam and run,
With her brothers Declan and Ethan, chaos and havoc did they spun.
Mummy would sigh, overwhelmed and tired,
Three wild ones, forever wired.
But amid this chaos, hope eventually found it’s way,
As Grandma and Granddad would try to give mummy some...