Lollipops, sugar non-stop. Ginger snaps and Cracker-Jacks.
Shouts and laughs, being mean to dad.
Pressure point’s and annoying sisters. I guess were like 2 big blisters.
But when one pops the other heals. And then you gulp down a big meal.

We say we do, but don’t.
We say we will, but won’t.
We say we cleaned, but dreamed, and we say we will improve, but even Lord knows we won’t!

Call me stupid.
Call me annoying.
At least I’m not boring.
But you won’t catch me worrying, when we’re not learning.
When our kids grow up,’71 in math?! That’s my boy!”
I hope they’re not as stupid as we once were.

Let’s wrap this up before we die, and maybe get another chance to cry.
I’m your sister not a blister.
When we go out to eat, try ordering diet water, with a serious face. It’s hard.

Happy birthday, hope a teenager is better than it’s made out to be.