Sister mine, O sister mine
Came knocking at the door.
Sister mine, O sister mine
Knowingly implores.
Knocks again and finds us dressed
Bubbles foaming on the floor;
Laughing, mocking our distress:
Our aching, breaking, bone-sore, joints-sore
Pots and pans and tea a mess--
Picking us up from off the floor.
What she might think, I dare not guess--
Sister mine, O sister mine,
You are spent and we are spent;
Sister mine, O sister mine,
Secret groves hold no bones from sibling torment.
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