My Little Sister

There lives a girl named Aoibha A clever, gifted writer She has a sister, Lilly A little ankle-biter They're always close together They're seldom far apart They share all that they're given Some say, they share a heart While Lilly Rose, she picks her nose Miss Aoibha's writing stories With fish-hooks dangling, from their toes They're catching Johnny Dories So if you're feeling 'iffy' And not so full of 'cheer' You'll feel a whole lot better When you have your sister near An early little riser Lilly Lashes spins her stories Her listening sister Aoibha Hears her early morning glories A love so pure and gentle And a beauteous curious mind With wondrous thoughts of exes and noughts Let’s leave the world behind Fly with me to the Moon, sis Or a far off distant star There’s no-one knows us better Than the ‘soulful wills’ we are So if you’re feeling ‘iffy’ And not so full of ‘cheer’ You’ll feel a whole lot better ‘Cos we’re sisters, far and near