She’s a gymnast so she flips and twirls
And dances around like a little girl.
She cartwheels like she owns the place,
and runs as though she’s in a race.
She’s stubborn as an angry donkey
Yet I wouldn’t trade her for the sea
Her feet have grown, her height has changed
She sometimes acts a little deranged
Her emotions go from high to low
And sometimes I feel like I’m watching a show
As a child I wished to sell her
Or chop her head off with a propeller
Bur present day she is my very best friend
(I’m kind of stuck with her ‘til the end)
My sister is this charming girl
And she is special like a pearl.