Me and my sister talk,
Chatting a few minutes at night.
Me and my sister play,
Sledding in the winter,
And frolicing in the field during summer.

Me and my sister argue,
Over the smallest things.
I call her a sour, bitter, lemon,
She calls me ignorant.

Me and my sister laugh so hard,
We can’t breathe.

I wish we were telepaths sometimes,
So we could read eachothers’ minds.
But sometimes I wish we didn’t,
Cause some thoughts should be kept private.