Sunday is the oldest
The wisest
And tallest
She holds their hands
Across the street
So they will never be harmed
She drives them to school
Then goes to the pool
Homes their last stop
Doing this nonstop
Sunday is the oldest
The wisest
And tallest
She holds their hands
Across the street
So they will never be harmed
She drives them to school
Then goes to the pool
Homes their last stop
Doing this nonstop
Here's my poem about Sunday, whom plays a sister in this poem.
