My Silly Sis Who I Do Love and Miss

My silly sis who I do love and miss You wonder why she cries and laugh as hard Then sing or dance with such an awful twist Or chat with anyone without regard? The food that Ate ate, was it too sweet? Or just o'erjoyed in tears to be back home? With family and friends she longed to meet Our little ones she kissed have all now grown To be away so oft has been her lot For all her life did work herself to death That those unwell and weak in pain might not The faint back home she never did forget I've no more mom, yet have an eldest sis What else is there a baby bro could wish?