I know I was not there when you strode your way out of Mom's womb
But I would know just how your first cry should have sounded like
I would remember the way your tiny fingers might have curled into a perfect set of pink clouds
Or how your little feet must have trooped into our hearts
I would know, at that moment, that I had recognised you somewhere in Mom's tears and Dad's smile
And I just knew it! You would make a perfect partner in crime
My little sister has the knack for weathering the storm with a bubble gun
She could soothe a raging tornado into a gentle breeze
And should she walk through hell, she will come out of it with Cerberus as her pet
Maybe that's how my little sister picked her own name when she was six
But my little sister is just another black sheep in the family