Dear Little Sister,
You are, to tell the truth, annoying at times
Sometimes you can make my day as sour as limes

Your taste in music is different from mine
There’s not a day where we don’t argue (which is perfectly fine)

But you and I, we share the same blood
One’d know we were sisters if we were covered in mud

Nothing, nothing can tear us apart
No words, no person, no martial arts

We’ve run together over golden hills
And painted “fog faces” by the window sills

Thirty years later, if you called at midnight
I’d be at your doorstep at the speed of light

I’ve finally got you under control
But my job isn’t done - I have one more