Brothers and sisters
(at least in our crowd)
You tell them you love them
You tell them you're proud
Of what they've accomplished
Of what they've achieved
Of all their successes
And how you believed
They had it within them
Each task that they tried
Would turn out stupendous
Would bring family pride
Before we were grown up
That's not how it went
Even Mother would say
We weren't heaven sent
When young we would argue
All things come what may
Whose turn to ride shotgun
What game should we play
We'd fight over candy
Who Grandma loved most
Was Santa a real man
And who burned the toast
Whose turn to wash dishes
Who should put away
Its who set the table
Who chooses today
Name calling was frowned on
We couldn't do that
We'd go to our bedrooms
To settle a spat
Our mouths would get washed out
For saying that word
Unspeakable happened
For flipping the bird
The weekends were for fun
But on Saturday
Our chores had to be done
Before we could play
The families on our block
Seemed much more subdued
But when they spread gossip
A battle ensued
Don't pick on our brothers
Or say things unkind
Our sisters will give you
A piece of their mind
And don't tell our sisters
They're not very smart
Our brothers will fight you
So don't break their heart
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{That's the revised, more refined version. Feel free to write your own ending]
Watermelon Walk 